Working at a Dagenham chemical factory‚ I had to travel by bus from northwest London. There was an air raid on one journey‚ and I looked out of the back of the bus to see the road cratered. The driver stopped to allow passengers to shelter. I noticed a plume of smoke from the roof of a house and called to inform the lady cooking her lunch. With no pail to hand I tipped her boiling greens into the sink‚ filled the saucepan with water‚ and went upstairs.An incendiary bomb was burning in a trunk. Perhaps it was unwise to have tipped the water into the hole‚ but the fire soon went out. I left the house hurriedly as the bus driver was urging passengers to board‚ and we resumed out journey.

Submitted by Captain