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I was five at the time my sister was three, my mother forty; Daddy was not at home at the time. Mother had food cooking in the oven (I was told later); suddenly there was a horrendous chilling roaring noise, Mum grabbed us; we huddled together by the dinning room and front room wall. Terrified saying our goodbyes, I was so scared; sure we were all going to die. A hush came and we were still all alive nothing happened to us; the wardens told my mum to open all windows and leave the area at once, (I learnt this later) we all went to Grandma鈥檚 in Victoria Road, Old Bexley village. Mother worried about her cooking, went back home after being told not to by the warden, she insisted and went back home at her own risk, and sorted her cooking, and came back to us. So the story goes.
This was told to me much later, that it was a German plane shot down, which had landed at the bottom of our garden, and that the pilot had a rack full of bombs, which he did not let go! He died in the crash.

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