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One night while all us six kids where in bed my mother shouted upstairs telling us to get back to bed and stop making a noise. We where surprised at being shouted at because we where all in bed sound asleep at the time!
it turned out it was an air raid in Manchester. What my mother thought was us banging about was the bombs dropping fifteen miles away.

Another time we all woke up and found the road completely flooded, dead rabbits scattered about. Accross the road there was an embankment leading onto a canal. A stray bomb had hit the embankment, breaking the canal wall and flooding the farm land and buildings below.

Later on while living in Sheffield, there was a field where prisoners of war worked. While one of them was ploughing a field the plough hit a stone and stopped. After bending down to have a look at the damage he walked over to us kids and asked if anyone had a fork to mend the plough.
I knew my dad had one in his shed so off I went to fetch it. I handed he fork to the prisoner and he set about mending the plough.
The guard saw this and came running up shouting 'Who's let him have a fork?'
'Who did this, he shouldn;t have anything like this!'
He handed it me back, after I had owned up to giving it to him, saying 'Don't do that again!'

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