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My father, Bert Bourne, ran a building business with his father and brother, where we lived in Kent, near Biggin Hill. They did a lot of work repairing war damage. I remember looking out of a window at my Grandma's at my father and seeing a German plane come over very low, shooting at my father. I think he got behind the chimney stack.
Walking with Grandfather through Tugmutton Green, I was thrown, face down, to the ground by him when an enemy plane came diving firing. Some children playing in a nearby sandpit were hit - ine little boy was left permanently brain-damaged.
At the back of our house was a sports field. Grandad used to walk there every day. Once when I was with him we met the groundsman. He showed us, in the sports pavilion, some green bags: they contained the bodies of German servicemen. "They're only young" commented Grandfather.

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