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It was the 20 January 1943 and I was lying in bed at a friend's house. We were both in bed with 'flu. The air raid siren went and my friend called out to me: "Are you going to get up?" And I replied "No - I feel too ill." Suddenly there was a dreadful roaring sound - like 10 or 12 planes - it sounded like a big air raid. My friend shouted "Come on, we've got to go to the shelter." She rushed out and I followed her more slowly. I took longer to get onto the patio and once there I suddenly saw a plane come towards me - rooftop high - and I put my arm in the air and waved at it. I saw the pilot loooking at me from the cockpit and he smiled at me and waved back. Then he turned the plane and I saw the swastika. I said to my friend "I've only been waving at a German bomber."
Later that day he dropped his bomb on a school in Catford.

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