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‘I was catching a bus to work when I noticed things where different. Usually the town was full of commandos and as I stood there, wondering what was different, it came to me . . . silence. There were no boots, no troops, not even the usual singing. We were planting tomato plants on the farm, so we didn’t miss anything in the air over the Isle of Wight. We saw the planes returning, some on fire, and some with smoke pouring from them and many spaces in their formations.’