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It was September 1940. I was eight years old. I remember it was just getting dusk, when I heard a low flying aircraft, I dashed into the garden and climbed on top of the Anderson Air Aid Shelter and could see the aircraft circling around, as it approached me it appeared to dip, there was a huge explosion and the aircraft was lit up by the flames, I could see the pilot quite clearly and the crosses on the wings, my Mother was shouting at me to get down, but she needn’t have worried as it was all over and the bomber had flown away. We later learned that the bomb had destroyed a house in Carlton Road, Penn Fields that was just a few streets away.

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