In her diary entry of June 12, 1940, Virginia Woolf wrote about the death of one man on the beach at Dunkirk, a death resulting from "not a wound--shock." Now having read Mr. Sebag-Montefiore's excellent book, I can only too well understand how that shock came about. While some readers may dislike the anecdotal stories, I for one greatly enjoyed them. Yes, there are plenty of maps, statistics and descriptions of military equipment, but that is not what makes or breaks a book for me. I want to know what individuals experienced, be it the miniature edition of Shakespeare's plays that one individual read while waiting in line at Dunkirk or the boy who cried when hearing that his dog could not come with him and his mother. My initial concern was over the number of chapters describing the events that lead up to Dunkirk, but in hindsight I can now say that those chapters were well worth the space taken up on my Kindle. If the ultimate strategy of survival (for those on board the sinking ship Lancastria) was to accept death with a smile, then knowing that some men could one minute sing "Roll out the barrel" and the next moment drown, I will indeed learn the lyrics of that song for my day of reckoning.