Ah well, I will attempt to watch it. I still remember my mother taking us out into the back garden to see the glow in the sky which was Canterbury burning, we lived about 10 miles away.
The next year I attended secondary school there, half the school was gone and the remainder of the buildings patched up. Some classes were taught in wooden huts and a barrage balloon was stationed in the playground.
I still don’t like to hear thunder at night. And I still don’t trust Germans.