A German plane crashed outside Victoria Station but if you were one of the rich few you could always doss at the Green Park Hotel for 7/6 until the rubble was cleared. Of course, little was Hitler to know that my Dad had been called up that very month by the Royal Air Force with the express aim of kicking his German arse.
As it’s VE day, here’s a couple of pictures of my Dad, Alexander Walker Hamilton, who served in the Royal Air Force between 1940 and 1946, and helped give Hitler and the Germans a good stuffing.
Here he is, aged 19, getting his picture taken at the Valette Studio, 32 Bank Street, Blackpool, on 2 May 1942.
And here he is, towards the end of the war with his best friend (and future best man), Phil McLuskey.