- Contributed by听
- A7431347
- People in story:听
- Peter J. Checksfield
- Location of story:听
- Dymchurch
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4464830
- Contributed on:听
- 15 July 2005
This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Hannah Utting from The Folkestone School for Girls and has been added to the website on behalf of Peter J. Checksfield with his permission and he fully understands the site鈥檚 terms and conditions.
Dad鈥檚 WW2 Memories 鈥 Complied By Daughter Alana
鈥淚 was almost born into the war 鈥 I knew no different to bombs, air raids, sirens and rationing 鈥 it was just normal鈥
I was one when the war began, so I was quite young during the years of the war.
My family was living in Dymchurch at the time, in a house called 鈥淪unny Corner鈥, which is still standing today.
One day I was looking out of my bedroom window, and to my amazement watched as a four-engine American Flying Fortress bomber plane ploughed into the adjacent road.
There was a big cloud of dust and rubble flew everywhere.
The crash demolished several house and took the roofs off others. Two of my friends (Ian and Derek), were injured by metal flying off from the plane. One got a broken arm and the other a broken leg.
The plane was unmanned because the pilots had bailed out when they realised the plane was going to crash.
The fuselage ran down the road, and the two wings demolished two bungalows on either side of the road.
I don鈥檛 remember feeling exited, I was too young to know that this was not the way life should be. I just thought that it was normal for things like this to happen.
You couldn鈥檛 get too close to the plane, as the military police had sealed off the area. Afterwards the Americans came and took it away.
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