- Contributed by听
- Jenni Waugh
- People in story:听
- Phil Shaw
- Location of story:听
- Bushey, Hertfordshire
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4345652
- Contributed on:听
- 04 July 2005
Our boarding school was north of London and relatively safe from air raids, although we slept underground in the service tunnels as a matter of course. In March 1941 there was an enormous explosion followed by the pitter patter of falling items. By morning light we explored and found that an 鈥榓eriel torpedo鈥 (a large bomb on a parachute) had landed on the local allotment and our place had been showered with carrots, spuds and Brussels sprouts.
Later, the occasional V.1 doodlebug came over, having overshot London with too much fuel on board. One afternoon in July 1944 our cricket match against the local anti-aircraft battery troops was so interrupted and we fielders all lay down. The military batsman merely glanced up and said 鈥2000 feet and still flying north 鈥 can I have the next ball please?鈥
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