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This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Norfolk Adult Education’s reminiscence team on behalf of Norman Huke and has been added to the site with his permission. The author fully understands the site’s terms and conditions.

Just before I was conscripted into the army, I worked as a delivery milkman for a family business in Great Yarmouth. One early morning I was putting down bottles of milk in a road in Newtown, when a man shouted to me “Get down boy!” I looked up and saw an enemy aircraft flying very low coming down the street. I could see the pilot, he was so low. As I flung myself under a bush growing in the garden of this house, I looked up and saw the bombs leaving the bomb bay of the plane. I thought that my time had come. What I hadn’t realise was that the bombs move forward at the same speed as the aircraft for quite some distance. I think that the target was the Town Hall and the bombs landed on an ancient monastery just a short way from the Town hall.

On another early morning I watched a German aircraft drop Bombs on the North Drive. I was told afterwards that many service women were killed as they had been billeted in a hotel on the sea front which was hit. Apparently they had only just a arrived there.

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