Dunkirk

The British boys lined the beach
Neat and orderly
Except the ones who could see
Blind survival
Was victory enough.

Time stretches and contracts
Based on fuel and oxygen
"There's no running from this
Son."

There's only plugging holes with fingers
Until another ship sinks, 
Breaking to the surface
To find only flames, 
Following waves of helmets
To the ground, 

All while,
Home was so close
Those who still could,
Almost saw it.