In 1996, not long before he retired, my dad was working maintenance at Canary Wharf, in one of the buildings surrounding the small truck that was blown up.
When he arrived for work the morning after the explosion, the building seemed to have faired quite well - a bit of damage to the outside of the building, and only one or two panes of glass broken.
But when he went inside, it was a totally different story. Bits of shrapnel were everywhere. The pressure wave of the bomb had caused all the windows to open, and pieces of the truck etc flew in and embedded themselves in ceilings and walls, but then the echo of the blast somehow shut the windows again.
For some reason my dad claimed a part of the manifold of the truck that was blown up as a memento.
Living near, and working in London for quite a long time I've had more than my fair share of close encounters. I've been within 1km of 7 bombs, and missed 3 by minutes.
When he arrived for work the morning after the explosion, the building seemed to have faired quite well - a bit of damage to the outside of the building, and only one or two panes of glass broken.
But when he went inside, it was a totally different story. Bits of shrapnel were everywhere. The pressure wave of the bomb had caused all the windows to open, and pieces of the truck etc flew in and embedded themselves in ceilings and walls, but then the echo of the blast somehow shut the windows again.
For some reason my dad claimed a part of the manifold of the truck that was blown up as a memento.
Living near, and working in London for quite a long time I've had more than my fair share of close encounters. I've been within 1km of 7 bombs, and missed 3 by minutes.