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This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Elizabeth Perez of Stockport Libraries on behalf of "Marjorie". It has been added to the site with her permission and she fully understands the site鈥檚 terms and conditions.

My sister and I were just waking up on Christmas morning 1944, when we heard a sound in the distance. As the throb of the engine came nearer, we knew it was not one of ours nor was it a "Jerry" plane. We knew then it must be a "Doodle Bug". Not many had got this far north, usually the engine cut out earlier and the "Bug" dropped straight down and exploded.
We lay still and tense, as the sound drew nearer and nearer until it was immediately overhead. We heard the engine cut out, and we waited expecting death to fall on us from the skies. It didn't.
Instead of dropping straight down as it usually did, it glided at an angle and fell on Garners Lane about a mile away. Mercifully it fell mostly in the gardens of a pair of semis, and although the houses were damaged, the people were shaken, but not badly hurt.
Those few tense moments we thought were our last are not easily forgotten, even after nearly sixty years.
This war was different from any previous one. The Home Front had to fight it too! It was just as important, we were in it together.

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