- Contributed by听
- A7431347
- People in story:听
- Tony Baker
- Location of story:听
- Brighton
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4441862
- Contributed on:听
- 12 July 2005
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This story was submitted to the Peoples War Site by Stacy Blyth from The Folkestone School for Girls and has been added to the website on behalf of Tony Baker with his permission and he fully understands the sites terms and conditions.
No-one was meant to know what was going on and no-one did know what was going on, especially as I experienced it as a child. Everything was kept secret and I only learnt what was going on in the last few years of the war.
My mother had taken me down to Brighton to see my father. In the morning, we were walking in the park and without any warning at all, dozens of aircraft flew overhead at treetop height. It was deafening, everyone crouched to get down because the aircraft were coming so low to get under the enemy radar. They flew very fast and very nosily. Later that morning we got on the bus and we were driving along the coastal road at Brighton. All the passengers were facing forward, but I, as a child went to look out of the side window to see the sea. The sea was totally covered from the furthest east to west with thousands of vessels. The whole sea was covered and I said 鈥淲hat鈥檚 going on?鈥. Everyone in the bus came to life and looked out of the windows with tremendous excitement. They had realised it was an extraordinary event.
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