A chap presented me with a live round which he found with his metal detector. I can't remember the calibre but apparently during WW2, a crippled B17, struggling to maintain height had dumped a load of gear overboard in the marshes across the road from my house. We reckoned it was a large calibre machine gun bullet, it measured around 3/4inch dia by about 7inch long and was intact and in near perfect condition. The fellow thought it might be a good idea to dismantle it and keep it as an ornament but I persuaded him it was a bad idea and took it away from him.
I found an ice cream container, half filled it with wet sand and placed the round in the middle, filling in the rest with more wet sand.
I phoned the police who suggested sending round the bomb squad but after half an hour they decided to send an officer around to collect it. A young uniformed chap duly arrived and having shown him the ordnance, he developed a nervous twitch and was very nervous about handling it. After a bit of discussion, he decided to place the sand filled carton in the back of his Landrover. Just to make him more nervous, I pointed out that the sharp end was aimed at his bum whilst he sat in the drivers seat and quick as a flash, so to speak, he leapt out and turned it round the other way. I then pointed out that he would now shoot a following motorist so it was decided to face it towards the nearside of the vehicle the logic being that if it did go off, it would stand less chance of shooting a pedestrian as they were rather more intermittent as targets than his bum or following motorists!
I have never seen a Police Landrover driven so carefully before or since!
As a footnote, we also found a pair of scorched pilots sunglasses and an old farmer who lived locally all his life said he remembered a crippled aircraft flying low across here and it had dumped loads of stuff in the marsh during it's run in, including a clutch of bombs!!
I suggested that matey boy with the metal detector cease operations forthwith and he hasn't been back.
The TVs Time Team later unearthed some remains of a B17 a few miles down the road near Reedham but were unable to locate a couple of the engines. Speaking to another old local who is now deceased, revealed that the digger driver who used to clear the ditches in the marshes had unearthed a couple of engines way back in the dark ages and had recovered them and sold them for scrap.
It's amazing the things you uncover about your local history and this kind of recent history fascinates me. These old locals said the skies around here would go black as they were filled with aircraft forming up for raids, presumably American aircraft during the daylight bombing campaigns and thousand bomber raids. These chaps also witnessed the returning shattered remains, smoking and battered with bits falling off and being dumped overboard..... hence our machine gun round and sunglasses.
I spoke with another old farmer who also witnessed German aircraft dumping bombs in the field at the end of the road and turning tail to head back to Holland rather than endure the anti aircraft fire around Norwich, these bombs all exploded and broke a few windows locally. It then transpired that a V2 rocket had landed (exploded) next to the railway line two miles up the road. I found this a little difficult to believe as I thought these were mainly aimed at London but no, he was correct because having bought Bog Ogleys book on flying bombs, I found out that these were launched from the Hague and did indeed reach East Anglia. I was so used to hearing about all the flying bombs around London as I lived there and got all the local history from those who lived through it, it had never really occurred to me that rural areas like this were also subjected to it, albeit on a lesser scale.
Incidentally, all the houses I had previously lived in in SE London had all been damaged by either V1s or V2s and I was able to identify where the rockets had landed by speaking to locals and reading Bob Ogleys book. One such V1 almost killed my Grandmother, took out the front of the house and upset the family parrot terribly, that particular bomb was responsible for the large crack in the back of my flat in Bromley!
Fascinating... absolutely fascinating and it all happened just over 60 years ago!