- Contributed by听
- bulwell_library
- People in story:听
- Wilf Hill
- Location of story:听
- Nottingham
- Background to story:听
- Army
- Article ID:听
- A2117521
- Contributed on:听
- 08 December 2003
On the night of May 10th 1941 I was an officer in the Civil Defence Cadet Corps. On that evening I had to take a message to the Civil Defence Warden at the Broardmarsh Warden Post. Whilst passing a book shop on Parliament Street, I noticed that an incendiary bomb had set fire to the shop. So with the help of another messanger, who found a stirrup pump, we kicked the glass door in, and tried to extinguish the fire. It didn't work, but eventually the fire brigade arrived, so we both went on our way. But passing George Street, a bomb exploded and blew both my friend and myself onto the gates of the old market. Result? a lot of bruises. Also we went down Bridlesmithgate instead - the narrowest street in Nottingham. And we had to put sand bags over numerous incendiary bombs that had fallen exactly down the middle of this narrow street! Later that night, whilst firewatching on the roof of the Nottingham Scout Headquarters at the corner Shakespeare Street, which was at that time the Headquaters of the Civil Defence Cadet Force, a bomb hit the corner of the university on Shakespeare Street blowing a piece of guttering over the building inbetween. The piece of guttering landed on the roof of the scout H.Q. close to where we were. (I took it home)
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