I was 7 years old on D Day, at 0400 I was woken by the noise of all the bombers going South. Dawn was just breaking and I watched from East west and South and North and there was not a piece of sky without an aircraft.
The next morning at about 0300 a US bomber crashed about 200 yards from our hose, unfortunately all were killed. We were still finding bits of it several years later. 2 of them collided, the other crashed in Rochester I believe.
Prior to D Day lots of Army units tracked through the Kent lanes, as kids, they gave us chocolate and biscuits, quite welcome as I was always hungry. My Father went over on the 3rd day as he was in a Bofors Ack Ack unit, he stopped on the A2 to speak to us and I did not see him again until 1947.
We had an Airedale dog and he would get up and go under the table and Mother would say, 'Join him' as he would hear the German bombers long before the sirens went off.
Clive