When I was a child we would dive under a heavy oak dining room table when we heard a doodlebug coming; if the engine stopped we would try to rush outside to see if we could see where it was going to land.
Unfortunately mother would stop us most times.
My great-grandparents collected the last but one V2 in the back garden. They had quite a big garden so it only blew all the windows and doors out. They were standing by the living room stove poring a cup of tea and apart from being considerably deafer for a couple of days they were unhurt
They didn't spill any tea either, it was on the ration.
Last edited by Fareastdriver; 11th Jan 2013 at 18:28.