“A sickly dawn light on the mouth of the English Channel, and a bitter north wind. HMS Sentinel, ice in her masts, bucking and heaving as the long Atlantic rollers met the tide pouring down from the North Sea.”
“The skies over Dunkirk were clear and the English Channel was like a millpond. In the book, however, one day was clear and the next was really foggy and cloudy and no rescue work could be done for a while. ”