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My father worked for the admiralty during the war, as he was a marine engineer working on the warships as they came into Ipswich Docks.

One afternoon, he was working on a ship and was doing some electrical work at the top of the mast when the air raid siren went off.

He had no time to get down from the mast. Quite a few planes came over, but were away from the ship my father was on.

The last plane to head back came very close to where my father was, so close my father could see the pilot, and the pilot could see him.

My father thought his day had come.

But the German pilot didn’t fire any bullets, instead he waved at my father — a sort of acknowledgement- and flew on as my father smiled to himself. A Lucky break!

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