‘One body was found far out in the field. This was the body of the commander, for although his uniform was burned a little it was still recognizable, and the badges were plain to see. He must have thrown himself over before the ship took her headlong plunge. The other bodies were all dressed in warm clothing, with thick felt boots. Several of the bodies would have been easily recognizable to any one that had known the men in life, but for the most part they were badly burned. A working party of troops was put on to clear away the wreckage, and it was thought that there were other bodies still under the piled-up débris.’ The second raider came down in Essex. Her propeller had been hit, presumably by gunfire, and with the ship unmanageable and the danger of drifting out to sea, the commander was compelled to make a hasty descent. The special constable who was the first on the scene has given the following account: ‘I was on duty near where the Zeppelin fell. I had seen something about 300 yards away, and I was looking about expecting some adventure, when a batch of Germans appeared in the roadway. ‘I turned my torchlight upon the leading man—the commander—who at once said: ‘“Can you please tell us the way to——?” ‘I said, “Oh, yes; just come with me.” I walked with the commander, the rest of the crew following, till I saw several other special constables on duty. ‘The Germans jabbered mostly in their own language as we walked along, but several could speak quite good English. ‘I asked them how they had managed to land safely. ‘“Were you hit?” I asked. One grudgingly said something like “Yah.” The commander was less talkative about this, though. ‘By this time we were approaching my colleagues of the Special Constabulary, and I told them what had happened. ‘Meanwhile I, of course, told the commander what was really unnecessary under the circumstances—that he was my prisoner. ‘He asked to be brought over to the military. Accompanied by the specials, the crew were handed over to the military. ‘They were taken in Red Cross motor-cars to the detention barracks.’ A labourer near whose cottage the Zeppelin fell, when interviewed by the _Daily Mirror_, said that at about half-past one he was roused by the loud drone of a Zeppelin engine—a noise to which residents of this part of the North-east coast have now become accustomed. He got out of bed and saw the huge bulk of an airship close overhead. The vessel passed away, but then turned and soon descended in a field near the back of his cottage. The crew got out; and then followed an explosion. ‘It didn’t hurt any of us, but it smashed the front windows of my house and those of my neighbours,’ said the man. ‘I found afterwards that all the hair was singed off the back of my dog, which was in a kennel outside. ‘Then all the crew came to my cottage and started knocking at the door. I never answered, and I heard the commander shouting. He spoke English, and said something about the house.’