READING the story of Tony King, (the only living survivor of Poole’s worst bombing of the war) reminded me of that awful day.

I have thought for some time there should be a memorial to those men who died on the raid on Bournemouth gasworks on March 27, 1941.

I was 13 at the time, home at lunch time, standing at the back door looking out over Turbury Common and the gardens of Dawes Avenue.

The plane came so low it nearly hit the chimney pots of the bungalows. Mother was taking rice pudding out of the oven and she said “My God that Spitfire’s low”.

I said ‘it’s a German’. I could see the pilot and black crosses on the wings, seconds later the most terrible bang that shook the bungalow, poor mum dropped the pudding.

On the way back to school we were told the bombs had hit the canteen, he obviously aimed for the gasometer.

We were upset as a lad from our East Howe School had just left to go to work with his dad there and was killed.

Some things just stay in your mind. I really do think Poole could put up a memorial.

JOYCE STYLES, Ringwood Road, Poole