The thing that ticks me off about Rolls is their givng or selling their Nene engine to the Soviets, who were having trouble developing a good engine for the then-new MiG-15. With the British engine (which they copied, of course), the MiG becme a formidable foe. I understand that a Commie rep talked a man at Rolls into a biliard game, the idea being that if the Brit lost, he had to sell the Russians the engine! This just boggles the mind. I'm pretty sure they had been drinking, but still...
As for Merrill's story about the bomb that fell short of what I think he means to be the Vickers plant, I mourn for what happened. Probably even the German crew felt bad about such things, although Allied bombers also killed many German civilians.
But his mention of this again reminds me of a story by Robt. C. Ruark that appeared in, "Playboy" not too long before his death in 1965. It was called, "Sheila", if memory serves. It was about an American Navy or Merchant Marine officer who was seeing a girl named Sheila in London. He went to see her one day while he was in England and there was just a bomb crater where her apartment had been.
This would have been in the early to mid-1960's. I was just old enough to buy the magazine, which fits with that dating.
Did any of you read that story? Gad, I miss Ruark. We lost Ian Fleming in 1964 and Ruark the next year, and two of my favorite authors were gone. Yes, I began reading novels at a young age.)
Anyway, accounts like Merrill's make me wonder if Ruark had in fact lost anyone dear to him from just such a bombing. I know he was escorting ships across the Atlantic in those days (1940-42) , taking supplies to war-ravaged England. One of his articles about that left a very sobering impression of just what those convoys faced: the U-boats and the weather were both pretty rough antagonists.