Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
Briony found my address somehow and sent a letter. The first surprise was she didn’t go up to Cambridge. She’s doing nurses’ training at my old hospital. I think she may be doing this as some kind of penance.She says she’s beginning to get the full grasp of what she did and what it meant. She wants to come and talk to me.
I love you. I’ll wait for you. Come back. Come back to me.
The Navy has earned our undying gratitude. The Army is undefeated. Courage has brought them through unconquered, their spirit unbowed. This is the epic of Dunkirk. A name that will live forever in the annals of warfare.