Post by Johan Van Dijck on Dec 19, 2011 18:22:11 GMT
Time of day: Evening
Weather: Rainy
Place: Tilbury
Johan walked down the cobbled road that lead from the Camp to the town of Tilbury, the collar from his overcoat turned up against the rain that fell down the sky.
It had been 3 weeks since his evacuation from Dunkirk and on his short time he was stationed in Tilbury he hadn't seen much than the barracks and only few English civilians. Off course he was glad to be along fellow Belgian soldiers stationed there but what he really wanted was to see more than those everyday faces, the training grounds, listening to the same stories about home...It was almost depressing. He too longed to go back home, to Antwerp. To Fight the Germans again.
He was relieved he had gotten his hands on a pass to see the town of Tilbury from outside the camp. Some of the guys decided to go to the nearest pub to 'try' that English beer. Johan gladly came with them. They were singing, laughing and smiling at the English girls they passed. An elder man shook his head as they passed him. Young soldiers on their night off.
It didn't take them long to find a pub that was not too crowded with other soldiers and when they opened the door. The room was well lit and in the back they could hear someone playing on the piano. "Four pints for me and my friends over here!" shouted Johan at the bartender while dodging a girl with a platter full of glasses. The bartender nodded. "Belgian boys eh? Welcome to Tilbury lads..." He put the glasses on the bar. "Cheers lads."
Johan grinned and raised his glass. He looked around the pub while drinking from his glass. Not that bad that English beer
Weather: Rainy
Place: Tilbury
Johan walked down the cobbled road that lead from the Camp to the town of Tilbury, the collar from his overcoat turned up against the rain that fell down the sky.
It had been 3 weeks since his evacuation from Dunkirk and on his short time he was stationed in Tilbury he hadn't seen much than the barracks and only few English civilians. Off course he was glad to be along fellow Belgian soldiers stationed there but what he really wanted was to see more than those everyday faces, the training grounds, listening to the same stories about home...It was almost depressing. He too longed to go back home, to Antwerp. To Fight the Germans again.
He was relieved he had gotten his hands on a pass to see the town of Tilbury from outside the camp. Some of the guys decided to go to the nearest pub to 'try' that English beer. Johan gladly came with them. They were singing, laughing and smiling at the English girls they passed. An elder man shook his head as they passed him. Young soldiers on their night off.
It didn't take them long to find a pub that was not too crowded with other soldiers and when they opened the door. The room was well lit and in the back they could hear someone playing on the piano. "Four pints for me and my friends over here!" shouted Johan at the bartender while dodging a girl with a platter full of glasses. The bartender nodded. "Belgian boys eh? Welcome to Tilbury lads..." He put the glasses on the bar. "Cheers lads."
Johan grinned and raised his glass. He looked around the pub while drinking from his glass. Not that bad that English beer
