- Contributed by听
- bulwell_library
- People in story:听
- Wilfred Hill
- Location of story:听
- Nottingham
- Article ID:听
- A2104093
- Contributed on:听
- 03 December 2003
On the night of may 10th 1941, I was an officer in the Civil Defence Cadet Corps. On that evening I had to take a message to the Civil Defence Warden at the Broardmash Warden Post. Whilst passing a book shop on Parliament Street, I noticed that an incendiary bomb had set fire to the shop. So with the help of another messenger, who found a stirrup pump, we kicked the glass door in and tried to extingush the fire. It didn't work, but eventually the fire brigade arrived, and we both went on our way.
But passing George Street a bomb exploded, and blew both my friend and myself onto the gates of the old market. Result? - A lot of brusies. Also that we went down Bridlesmith gate instead.
The narrowest street in Nottingham. And as we went down we had to put sandbags over the numerous incendiary bombs that had fallen exactly down the middle of this narrow street!
Later that night, whilst firewatching on the roof of the Nottingham Scout Headquarters at the corner of Shakespeare Street; which was at that time the H.Q. of the Civil Defence cadet Force, a bomb hit the corner of the university on Shakespeare Street blowing a piece of guttering over the building in between. The piece of guttering landed on the roof of the Scout H.Q. close to where we were. (I took it Home!)
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