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I was 15 years old and working as a junior in the offices at the local Co-operative offices in Kidderminster.

I lived at Low Habberley a small village about three miles away and most lunchtimes I cycled home to lunch at about one o’clock. .

As I cycled along the country lane into the village I heard the engines of a plane. I knew it was low and quite near, then suddenly it appeared over a line of trees edging the field ahead of me. As it flew over the trees and across the field it was so low I was worried it might be going to crash. Then I saw the black cross on the wing and realised to my horror as it got nearer that it was in fact a German bomber.

I was terrified. I jumped off my bicycle straight into the hedge and lay there expecting to hear machine guns shooting at me as it went over me. I lay in a heap watching him carry on slowly across the fields and out of sight.

After a few minutes, perhaps one or two, I picked up my bike and went ‘like the clappers’ home. It’s funny now but at the time it was the scariest thing that happened to me during the war.

This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Sue Broome of the CSV Action Desk at ´óÏó´«Ã½ Hereford and Worcester on behalf of Kathleen Robinson (Nee Jennings) and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site’s terms and conditions.

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