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In the autumn of 1940 I lived on the edge of an airfield in North Essex (The airfield was actually in Cambridgeshire). One evening five Incendery bombs were dropped in a meadow about 300 yards from our houses.

We knew from experience that the bombers would be bound to drop the high explosive bombs in the area.

My Sister & I got two spades and went to the burning bombs and extinguished them with soil. I was ten and she was eight. At the time we didn't think about the danger, it was only my Mother who scalded us for doing such a dangerous thing that we thought about the dangers.

Two weeks later my Mother & I were cycling along the road when a real gunman in a German plane shot at us. This time we dived for cover into a ditch (a bit late of course)

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