- Contributed by听
- actiondesksheffield
- People in story:听
- My Family
- Location of story:听
- Sheffield
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A3840202
- Contributed on:听
- 29 March 2005
It was about teatime on a Thursday evening in Dec.1940 when the sirens went and we all made a mad dash for the shelter, but as my mother opened the back door, an incendiary bomb landed right outside the door. My brother in law ran for some water but I knew that it would be the wrong thing to do as I had been trained as a fire watcher. So I went for the bucket of sand which was kept by the door and smothered the flames with the sand. We all then ran for the shelter which was built under our garden and served three houses, and any of the public who happened to be passing at the time. My Brother in law Bob was a young policeman, so he immediately went on duty. We spent all night in that shelter, hearing the bombs exploding, some near and others a bit further away. We had frequent visits from Bob to tell us that various shops and houses etc. had been hit. Fortunately we ourselves had not much damage, so when we heard the all clear siren, we thanked God and went back into the house to find that we had no water, gas or electricity.
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