"Grim Harbinger for Cowes"
C: in the series "Echoes
of the Home Front by John Howard Worsley
Extract from the Story-Sheet:
Tom Anderson had worked a long night shift at Osborne
and, needing to clear his head around dawn, went out across the
fields towards the river. The morning dew soaked into his shoes
and nearby, a blackbird started to sing. The beautiful sound in
that clear air was gradually eroded by the distant snarl of aero
engines. Thinking it was from returning Spitfires, Tom scanned
the river and saw several dark, extremely low aircraft approaching.
As the aircraft flashed past, they were at eye level and their
distinctive black crosses and under-slung bombs told him the awful
truth.
Tom saw the aircraft split formation as they came upon
Somerton and soon the crump of exploding bombs followed by the
tin-roof rattle of machine gun fire, drifted back to dispel any
sweet morning dreams of nature. The blackbird had flown.
As a young girl, Mary Rivron was minding her own business
in her parent's garden privy in Arctic Road when she heard the
aircraft pass. The combined roar of engines, gave an extra urgency
to her task.
At Adelaide Grove East Cowes, schoolboy James Copeland
was roused from bed by his mother.
"Quick James, look out of your window, ... Spitfires are
coming down the river."
From his vantage point, James had a clear view as the
aeroplanes divided into three groups. He saw the leaders continue
past along the river, two or three broke away towards Somerton
and the others went close behind his home, their screaming supercharged
engines making the windows rattle.
"They're not Spitfires" shouted James, "They're
Germans."
"Don't be silly, I know Spitfires when I see them."
"Then what are those black things falling from
them?"
A similar scenario was occurring across the river at
14 Stephenson Road Cowes. Young Peter Ralph was called by his
father who had become apprehensive when he heard the fighters
approaching. Looking down to the river Peter witnessed the leaders
streak through almost touching the water. Again, the black crosses
on the fuselages left an indelible mark upon the boy's mind.
Very shortly afterwards, some of the delayed action
fuses activated and the twin towns were rocked by the first blasts
as the Messerschmitts wheeled around and returned from the Solent.
Passing once more over their shocked victims, they strafed randomly
with their guns and departed to the west, heading back the way
they had come.
In the story-sheet, a hair-raising
account follows, concerning the 'do-it-yourself' - disarming
of one of the bombs which failed to explode
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