NextBack'When the bomb fell on 29th November 1940 I was out on Reserve. My son had been born on the 19th November and he was 10 days old. I was down at the BSA working nights. The toolroom foreman came running down the shop. He said, 'Quick Charlie. you had better get home. A bomb has been dropped on your street'. I ran up home. As I ran into Mount Street, I looked up. I could see all the houses, they were still standing but the windows had been shattered. As I walked up the street the glass crunched under my feet. Our front door was hanging on one hinge and the windows had been smashed in. I went up the back entry, dad had put up a green beige curtain to the window. Dad was sitting on the stairs with his head in his hands. He said, 'They're all in the cellar, mother, wife and the baby'. We called it the cellar but it was the space under the stairwell.”
“I kept saying to my dad, 'I have to go back to work'. My dad said, 'You ain't going back to work'. I went down the back entry, I stood there at three o'clock in the morning and I could have read a newspaper, the moon was so bright. They were digging in the debris to try and find anybody who was still alive.”
