Certain events are stuck in my mind, I was 8 years old at the time so it’s all a bit hazy now, but.

The tremendous thump when a Me109 went into the hill a few hundred yards in front of our bungalow.
My mother making us go inside as we were watching a block of German bombers grinding across us, the guns were going and there was a little tinkling noise coming from the road in front of the garden where we stood.
A German pilot in his parachute drifting across near the church, I thought his chute would get snagged on the spire but he was the far side of it from me.
Watching the remains of German aircraft being unloaded in the yard across the road from us, and begging the troops guarding the place for “souvenirs”. I didn’t know what the word meant, I thought it was some special part.
The strange smell of crashed aircraft.