- Contributed byÌý
- J_Jones
- People in story:Ìý
- Jenny Jones
- Location of story:Ìý
- Golden Green ‘Hop Fields’ Kent
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A8713451
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 21 January 2006
We were hop picking when I was about 8 years old when a German plane landed in the hop field and we all dived for the ditches. The plane landed and a German boy about 17 got out crying like a baby — but he was still someone’s son!
The farmers came out with pitch forks and marched the boy around the field until the army came. He was still crying and he must have been petrified. This memory has stayed with me for the whole of my life so far.
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