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In the later years of WW2 I recall the VI Doodlebugs flying over and waiting, in the seemingly deathly silence after that rasping motor noise stopped, for the bang that told us some poor souls were probably dead. I also remember leaving school one afternoon and seeing in a clear blue sky a V2 Rocket disintegrating. Shiny bits, caught in the sunlight, were pouring down then the explosion and a high column of smoke and mud rising in the air. The warhead had landed harmlessly on a ridge at the edge of Epping Forest just beyond the A406 route.
What I believe as a D-day memory is being in the school playground one morning and hearing aircraft noise coming from the north

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