The night was warm, dark and still. I lay on my back where I landed, afraid to make the slightest noise, not knowing whether the Germans were two yards or two miles away.
Dawn revealed that I was in the middle of a cornfield, but I didn't know if, after baling out of my Lancaster, I was in Holland or Belgium.
I set off walking, covering about seven miles, mainly along a narrow cobbled road, passing through a few small villages where everyone stared in amazement, then smiled or waved. But no one made an approach and I decided not to speak unless invited to.