- Contributed by听
- Ipswich Museum
- People in story:听
- Mr Borrett
- Location of story:听
- Ipswich
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A3321154
- Contributed on:听
- 24 November 2004
June 1944. I was in bed. Dad woke me up. It was just before the bomb dropped. A plane was coming, machine gun flying. Then it let go of the bomb. It bounced from Alan Road to Myrtle Road, where it exploded in an apple orchard. It brought down houses, many across the road, at least four on our side. I could smell dust, and my first thought was that my ties had been smashed up. The plane crashed into a crane on the docks, and the pilot was dead.
Between fourteen and seventeen people were killed. If it had come a just a slightly different time, when hundreds and hundreds of workers came out from Ransomes, Sims & Jeffries, there would have been many more.
We stayed in Rose Hill Road for a few days. We were left with our grief and stress.
Reproduced by Ipswich Museum with Mr Borrett's permission.
漏 Copyright of content contributed to this Archive rests with the author. Find out how you can use this.
Recommended story
Story with photo