My Dad was a D-Day Dodger!

While it is only right that we celebrate the heroes of the invasion of Normandy today I should like to mention my father's role in Hitler's downfall. Today I learned that, while stationed at Bridgnorth in Shropshire, there was a real risk of the wily old fuhrer moving in with him. I don't think that my Dad(R.I.P.) knew of this particular plan but he would have been tickled to know that, among the attractions, the presence of an airfield (!) was prominent.

Many was the time I heard of how the German bombers would follow the Severn to Bridgnorth before taking a right turn to drop their deadly cargoes on Brum.