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This year's running total for our 2018-19 Poppy Appeal stands at £42,680.90

Poppy Appeal 2008
Donations leading up to Remembrance Day totalled £22,277, an increase of £3,344 over last year.

The Battle Back Centre provides sports and adventure activities for wounded, injured and sick Service men and women

Great Yarmouth War Years

Great Yarmouth was a "Front Line" town during both the First and Second World Wars. Read about incidents that occurred during these times.

How The Doodlebug Worked

V1 Flying Bomb

Aerodynamically, the flying bomb was a small reaction-propelled monoplane. It had no rudder. Those launched against England on June 12, 1944 were controlled in flight by pre-set automatic pilots.

They consisted of a streamlined fuselage packed with high explosive in the nose. To the fuselage were attached small wings, vertical and horizontal tail surfaces and a reaction propulsion unit mounted above the nose.

The whole thing was designed to explode on contact with the earth and was, of course, expendable. Behind each bomb compartment or war head was a fuselage section. It contained a cylindrical fuel tank with a capacity of 150 gallons. This was roughly enough fuel for a journey of 130 miles.

The power that made this journey possible came from a jet-propulsion of a very simple, even elementary, design. It looked like a dustbin. A square grill took the place of the lid and a drumming stick stuck out of the other end.

Its elementary construction was reflected in its primitively hideous noise as it fired and its efficiency in the high speeds it achieved in flight. The long flames of the exhaust gave the whole ugly structure a fiendish kind of life.

At the end of its journey, the bomb began to dive. Its propulsion unit petered out through lack of fuel, the monoplane became soundless except for a strange and eerie rustling and, after an interval sometimes very short, sometimes uncanningly long, the bomb hit the ground and exploded.

The blast struck houses and large buildings and disintegated them like a tornado against a house of straw. It could lay a country parish in ruins. It could blast the houses of a dozen London streets causing terror, misery and death.

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