Sooner or later it had to happen. In the third week of Germany's "harassing fire" with winged robot bombs on southern England, one of the missiles hit a nursery home in which 26 tiny war orphans were sleeping. The first body recovered from the welter of wreckage was a dead, dark-haired little boy in a blue bed jacket; the second, a dead, blonde little girl in a pink nightdress.
Other bombs hit a hotel annex, hospitals, an office building, a dentist's office, shops, homes, crowded streets. These targets were all singled out...
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