Flying Bomb

My father was born in 1930 so was a school boy in the war. His home was near the airfield, he watched from an upstairs window as a flying bomb approached low over his house. It landed on the other side of his house and he rushed to go down stairs to see what had happened. The stairs were not there, his house had been hit and the family had to move into temporary accomodation in Holywells mansion. However the worse aspect was that next door an RAF man was billetted and he also saw the flying bomb approaching, he ran from his back garden to avoid it. As he ran round the house the bomb's impact toppled a telegraph pole which fell and decapitated him. My father and his brother discovered the body, something he will never forget.

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