One Sunday we were all gathered at my Grandfather's house when a deep noise was heard of hundreds of German bombers coming over us. They reached from horizon to horizon and the men said things like
'London has had it this time'
Me on the terrace that Sunday
The droning noise gradually went away and I and my young cousins were allowed out of the Morrison table shelter. The noise started again but with the added whine of the fighters and bangs and crashes. Back under the table we went but the men of the family wanted to look so my memories were through them. They shouted and cheered for ages and watched planes coming down with trailing black smoke. My French Grandmother went hysterical trying to make them come indoors but they stayed out on the terrace for a long time. Eventually they gave in as shrapnel, shell cases and bombs began to rain down. Later we heard a nearby woof of a close bomb, no noise if it was close. And it certainly was. We were told later that a bomb had been watched coming right down on our house but a something made it turn and hit a house two doors up the road.
The next day the garden was filled with bits of metal any which could have kill somebody out there. Grandma was right. The formation so uniform in going to London came back in every direction chased by Spitfires and I suppose Hurricanes. So my memories are more of the sounds but I had a glimpse of those German bombers going to London before Grandma dragged us indoors.
