A Lucky Boy Enjoys the Morning After a Raid!

We were in a flat at Hunstanton, Norfolk, where we had moved from Southend. I was three, and one night the air raid warning went off during the night. My mum dragged me out of the bed and under it when a huge explosion occurred, as a German bomber returning from Manchester or Liverpool (we think) bombed the swimming pool over the road on the way back from the raid.

When I got up next morning, the front of the flat was just a pile of rubble, which I scrambled on with delight - apparently I said "Will they come again tonight?"