My War Wound???

We had moved to Lowestoft in September 1944 after losing everything in the V1 hit to our flat in London. Lily’s husband was being sent to the Far East to the Japanese theatre of war. We rented a bed sitter on a quiet street near the harbour. One lovely warm and sunny August day with our windows open to the air, we heard a commotions in the street. Going outside we saw everyone with their head tilted upward. They were looking at a German V1 flying bomb. We could hear the engine and see the sun glimmering of the bomb casing. As long as we could hear the engine it was alright. When it stopped that was the time to take cover. However on that sunny day it keep flying toward London. I was watching with great fascination with my right hand in the front door jamb. Suddenly a gust of wind blew the door shut. People in the street must have thought the doodlebug had hit me, I was screaming at the top of my lungs. My middle finger was all but crushed. Lily rushed me off to the local hospital. The nurse had a lot of trouble getting me to open my hand. She declared nothing was broken and my finger would recover in time. She dressed the damaged finger and said I had been very lucky, I didn’t think I was very lucky. In time the finger did heal and was mostly back to normal. I did over a very long time lose the finger nail of my middle finger, the nail hung loose and Lily wanted to cut it off, but would t let her near it. That was an ordeal on its own, but finally I awoke one morning to find it gone. When the new nail finally grew back it was slightly deformed. Hence,  my war wound at the hands of the Germans!

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About irishroverpei

Author of "Lily & Me", "The Royal Navy & Me" and Chapter XXl Armageddon. Writer, blogger and RN Submariner, antique automobile enthusiast.
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1 Response to My War Wound???

  1. Francis Gallant says:

    Those damn Germans!

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