15 Reverend Howard Attmp2save Coventry Cath

There's Grand Old Paris Church, with its tirens, fire throwing to the sky, and its huge, immense, majestic building. We want simple lovelies. Everybody's lovelies. Not only church people, but everybody. It's been part of us.

Up on the top roof, and the lower roofs, and the ground floor, we waited. And then, farm after bombing, and send it on the cell. we fought them with what we could, the equipment we had, one after the other took a long time.

And then finally a group of three put on the roof and the fire blazed up and we had no more sand and no more water and practically no more things to go on. If I got a big hold, fire station came but there was no sufficient water to deal with and the fire got a complete grip of the roof and burnt from roof to roof and all the pewood blazes

us and squished and spun them inside. I think we all tried to do our best, the fire service was simply magnificent. The fire by one third is a whole thing with guttied, the pillars in the middle and the great grand arcade fell down and the labors, the cathedral was no more. All through that night,

All through that night, the clock should ring this struck the hours. Many people far and wide, sourced to the cathedral with all rights. But there it is. That night the city burns, and the mother churches, the city, burnt with her.

Kind of feeling that the sort of emblem of eternal truth that windman suffered God's and just a car and a fire still stands, flowing to the sky. Now I feel that's the emblem of the eternal majesty in love of God.