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This story has been transcribed and published by Mark Jeffers, with permission from the author.

I lived in Belfast for most of my life but we moved to a cottage at Cloughy on the coast of County Down during part of the war. One day, on Easter Tuesday, my sister and I were walking back to Cloughy from Portaferry. The next thing we heard the drone of airplanes; we looked up and saw them coming in from over the sea. My sister was wearing a white coat and as the planes were coming in so low, you could almost touch them; I fought with my sister to take off her coat in case we were seen. I remember shouting, 鈥淗e鈥檚 looking out of that plane!鈥� We waited until they had passed and looked over the hill we were on and saw Belfast being blitzed. The sky was red with flames.

That blitz left parts of Belfast in an awful way. Windows were blown in on Gawn Street near to where we lived, Hornbury Street was left standing, and Bright Street was flattened. It seemed as if every other street was flattened.

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