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May 26, 1940. The air at Dunkirk choked on smoke and despair. Arthur moved through the chaos, a grim figure in mud-stained green, until a shot rang out. Pain exploded in his shoulder. He collapsed into the French trenches, vision blurring, until familiar blonde hair came into focus. Francis. Arthur dragged himself closer, grabbing the Frenchman’s hand with bloody fingers. “...We came to help,” he rasped, eyes drifting to the roaring planes above. “When this is over… what are you going to do?”