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- A7431347
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- Terence Cox
- Location of story:听
- Kent
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4389195
- Contributed on:听
- 07 July 2005
When we went to school, it was half days. 1 week it was mornings the next it was afternoon. When the Battle of Britain was on, we spent most of school down in the shelters. Only 1 biscuit and a drop of water which had to last about 3 hours. Shelters were cold and damp. In 1940 I remember going into the streets and the sky was fall of aircraft. One afternoon we were standing by the Creek and a flying fortress came over the rooftops engulfed in flames. It crashed over in Hearty Ferry. As youngsters we want to know more but the police wouldn鈥檛 let us. The crew bailed out over Canterbury. In the woods and a doodlebug came over and crashed in Luddenham. It was shot down by a Spitfire because we heard bullets flying through the woods. Where I lived we could hear Faversham being bombed. It was very frightening.
1944 and I saw a doodlebug being pursued and shot down by a jet fighter.
My brother was in the forces and was captured in Dunkirk and he was POW for 5 years. He was on a long march from Poland to Germany so he lost toes through frost bite. He was wounded in the arm but when he came home he was like a skeleton and needed food. We had a big street party to welcome him home. On VE Day, we had an even bigger street party.
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