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- 11 July 2005
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In the summer of 1944, I was a medical student helping out in the Accident and Emergency department in Westminster Hospital in London
After a tough day taking out bits of glass, sometimes from patients who had been sleeping with not much on, in front of large windows and had collected glass splinters in just about every square inch of their skin when the V 2 fell (Vergeltungswaffe Zwei as they were officially known to their creators) I was cycling home to Chelsea.
I'd just entered Vincent Square when I heard the characteristic double beat of a V 2.
It cut out - as always it seamed to be directly overhead. You counted about 25 seconds to the explosion.
I leapt from my bike to take cover behind the low wall that ran round the square, enclosing playing fields. To my surprise, I landed soft rather then hard-but I was too busy counting to pay attention
The explosion duly happened on time- miles away, as usual. I got up, brushed myself off and saw the air marshal on whom I'd landed, doing the same.
We smiled weakly at one another and went our separate ways.
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