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- BPeters
- People in story:听
- Bob Peters
- Location of story:听
- The Netherlands
- Article ID:听
- A1999353
- Contributed on:听
- 09 November 2003
I was born in 1938, so most of the war I don't remember. Our town (Hoorn) was in the flying path to Germany, so many aircraft passed over our town. So high we could only see the condens stripes. (USA aircrafts, the RAF came at night).I believed that the aircrafts hanged on wires to stay in the air. These wires hanged on mast like high tension wires. I didn't known what these planes were doing.
The Germans had a aircraft in the air during the night. I don't known why. The fighter fles on low level. My parents told me that that aircraft was checking the darkening of the houses. We call the fighter 'the night nurse'.
At the end of the war your people come to Holland with food. There was a field between two lanes. Suddenly we saw a hugh, big plane flying over that field, so low I could see the pilots. On the tail was a P. We take off the sheets of the beds and waved to the pilots. It takes only a few seconds, so it is unbelievable that my parents and neighbours could take the sheets off. The plane dropped some food, so we ran downstairs to the droppingplace. We were in such a hurry that we run down our grandmother with the sprouts she was cleaning.
That was my first meeting with a plane. Before that meeting we had a crash. Two American bombers hit each other and came down. Just in the field mentioned above come a part with a wheel. I believe that both crews were killed. Fortunately there were no victims in our street. I can still smell the odour of the petrol.
Greetings Bob Peters
Please change my story in good English.
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