I remember the day the
V2 rocket landed near the school. I was in the West field, watching some other
boys playing darts on a board fixed on the door of an air raid shelter. There
was a terrific explosion, and I was blown to the ground. I instinctively put
my hands over my ears. When I took my hands away, I expected blood to rush out
of my ears, fortunately it did not, and I was O.K. The air was full of brick
dust, there was shouting, and some screaming, but everyone behaved very well.
We went to our classes
wrote our names on the black board to say we were alright, and went home.
When I arrived home ,
my hair which was plentiful then, was full of brick dust, and tiny pieces of
metal, and I had to have a bath, even though it wasn't Friday. Burns who lost
an arm, ended up in my class Harry Wright's 5th. form. Where my best friend
was Peter Taylor. We still remember the two boys who were killed.