"This morning I lingered over my breakfast, reading and re-reading the accounts of the Dunkirk evacuation. I felt as if deep inside me there was a harp that vibrated and sang . . . . I forgot I was a middle-aged woman who often got up tired and also had backache. . . . It was a very hot morning and work was slowed a little, but somehow I felt everything to be worthwhile, and I felt glad I was of the same race as the rescuers and the rescued."
From the diary of a working-class English woman, 5 June 1940, quoted in John Lukacs, Five Days In London: May 1940, pages 211-212