THIS IS FINDON VILLAGE - Derek Round's Dilemma

16th August, 1940 — A rough attempt to obliterate the aircraft's code, (G1+FR), had been made by the time of this photograph.

I understand that the parachute carried by one of the German crew can still be seen lying on the ground beside the wreckage. I doubt whether it laid there for very long. Silk was a much sought-after commodity in wartime England and an enemy parachute would have soon be unrecognisable when made into some lady's under garments or maybe sheets. It could even have ended up at a wartime white wedding — as some lucky local girl's bridal gown!

During the late afternoon of August 16, 1940, I was a soldier on leave going for a walk over the Downs, when, as I came to the end of Honeysuckle Lane where it joins a small, sloping field, I heard the great noise of a very low-flying plane, midst much machine-gun firing.

Suddenly, as I flung myself into a hedge, a Heinkel 111 bomber flew just a few feet over my head and landed very heavily in the next field. There were no other people about as I rushed to the plane to help two badly wounded members of the crew out, but a few minutes later a few British soldiers, who were manning an observation post further up the hill, appeared and took the German crew and myself prison.

They had presumed I was part of the crew, although I was in civilian clothing, as I was in the plane and talking to them in German, which I speak quite well (I had spent the previous year with a German-speaking family in Poland).

I was unable to convince the soldiers that I was a local man, so they locked me in the ambulance with the German airmen (two dead, two wounded and one unhurt) and took us to Worthing Hospital, and then myself to the police station, where I was interrogated and finally driven home.

Throughout the ordeal, I was very impressed by the calmness of the German officer, whom I presumed to be the pilot.

He first asked where they were, then could I give him a cigarette and finally, would I retrieve his cap which he had left in the cockpit, as he thought it unlikely he would be able to obtain a replacement for a while!

However, he bitterly complained that it was very un-British for the fighter planes to have continued pumping bullets, killing two of his men, just as his plane was crashing.

Some days later, I was allowed to visit the two wounded German airmen, now in Worthing Hospital, and took them some cigarettes and sweets, much to the disgust of the other patients in the ward!