A Warrington bomber flew over the house belching smoke.
The pilot struggled to miss the houses on Icknield Way and the plane plunged
into a field, just 200 yards beyond the houses; all seven aircrew were killed.
Many B27's crashed in the woods and aircrews clothing would be flung into the
branches. It all brought home the suffering that was being undergone for our
protection.
I think one of the best lessons I learned at school was to do with a boy called Glazier. He was a bully and much feared. On one of the occasions when he had a go at me, I got mad and decided to risk everything and have a go. By good fortune I got a punch into his solarplexis and he never bothered me again - a fundamental lesson.