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1. Moonlight Sonata - Introduction
2. Why Coventry? 3. Preparation for war 4. Defending Coventry 5. The raid begins 6. The raid continues 7. The next day - Friday 15th 8. The King's visit - Saturday 16th 9. The aftermath 10. Recovery 11. What did Coventry lose? 12. Some blitz statistics 13. Conspiracies and myths 14. Other raids |
f the precise details of the forthcoming raid eluded the authorities, the people of Coventry knew even less, and were blissfully ignorant of what was about to be unleashed upon them. According to virtually all witness accounts, the morning of the 14th was just like any other, with no hint that anything 'special' was about to happen.


nce the first batch of incendiaries had fallen and started the fires to mark our doomed city, it was time for the high explosives to do their damage, creating a fire-storm and bringing down building after building. Of course, the fires spread even quicker due to the existence of so many of Coventry's ancient and closely built timber-framed buildings.
In earlier raids, many people had found the 18 inch long incendiaries relatively easy to deal with - a bucket of sand usually "doing the trick" before too much damage could be done. However, tonight the Germans were sending something even more fiendish.... exploding incendiaries. Purposely designed to catch people out, rather than allow easy quenching in sand, they would explode after a short delay, often badly injuring the person handling it. Fortunately, only a small proportion of the fire-bombs dropped were the exploding type.
The sheer number of these bombs, however, meant that there were far too many to be dealt with, and by 8 o'clock - only fifty minutes after the first bombs fell - the Central Fire Station had already recorded the outbreak of 240 fires. At that point the Station itself was hit, and they had to cease making detailed notes.
As the fires spread and increased in number, it seemed that nowhere could possibly escape destruction. Even in such dreadful circumstances though, people afterwards recollected many tales of a more light-hearted nature, including the sweet smell of tobacco smoke issuing from the burning newsagents, Salmon & Gluckstein, on the corner of Broadgate and High Street. Another lady recalled that a pig, hanging up in a butcher's shop, was "cooked to perfection"!
