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My mother, Gwendoline Jones, has long since passed on but she once told a delightful story about herself and a V2 rocket.
In early 1945, in one last act of defiance, the German High Command ordered the bombardment of England with V2 rockets. Not having modern guidance systems, they mostly fell at random and one of them fell on Nth Luton where we lived. To be precise it fell on the canteen of Commer Cars Ltd just after lunch when all the workers had returned to their tasks. We lived about a mile away but the noise of the explosion was absolutely deafening. My mother, who was breast feeding my younger brother at the time, was so shaken by the explosion that she ran bare-breasted into the street, shook her fist at the sky and cried for all to hear, "That Hitler, that bloody Mr Hitler, he nearly made me lose my milk!"

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