But as many as they stopped, many more got through, and parachutes drifted down like giant snowflakes, often with dead men hanging from the harnesses ...n bloody rags as they were shot in the air. More and more men the enemy threw into the fight, combined with bombing from their own planes. Eventually the allied forces were forced to retreat, to leave the airfield where so many had died, and to head south, across the island, to where ships were waiting to evacuate them to safety. Jack told of the. He said I wish I could see your mums panties, I said shall I go and see If there's some in the washing basket, mums out at bingo, He said go on then Son but don't let anyone see you, there were two pairs in the basket, both white satin, I had a quick sniff and put the best pair in my pocket and went back to the cabin, I pulled them out excitedly and said I got some Burt, omg he said, let me look, he put them to his face and said, God they smell beutiful, he went on to say bloody hell James your. I promise. If you win, I'll go through with it-and let the chips fall where they may." Callie? Why does it bother you so much?"She gave me a sad little smile. "That is a long involved story that really doesn't have a lot to do with you. Well, it does, but not really. I know I'm not making much sense." She inhaled deeply. "Maybe someday I'll tell you. And maybe someday I'll get over it. But not right now. OK?" OK," I said. "You hungry?" Famished," she said."Let's get some dinner. And I don't. Won’t you dear?”“I would be delighted,” I assured everyone.Karen tried to belay my mother’s plan to get us together, “Mrs. Taylor -Williams, Please, It would be such a bother and I can’t impose on Arthur like that. I’m sure he has other plans.”My mother ignored her, “It’s no bother.” Mom took out her cell phone and dialed, “Hello, Charles. This is Agnes Taylor-Williams. Could I possibly get a reservation for two somewhere between seven and eight o’clock? It’s for my son Arthur and a young lady?.