- Contributed by听
- cranhis
- People in story:听
- Derek Hickman
- Location of story:听
- Kingston, Tolwrth Surrey
- Article ID:听
- A4392803
- Contributed on:听
- 07 July 2005
When the War started I was seven years old.
Walking to school in 1941 I would watch the fighters in the sky shooting at each other and some being shot down.
One Saturday Mum took my brother and me from Tolworth to Kingston on a Trolley Bus.
When we arrived in Kingston the sirens went and we spent the hour or so in a shelter.
We came home quickly to see if everything was alright only to find that Dad had been asleep on the settee under the window all through the raid.
It was understandable, Dad was an Air Raid Warden and had been on duty all the previous night at the local Wardens Post.
When in the Junior school I was given the task, when the Sirens went, to go to the Headmasters room pick up a tin helmet and a set of keys. I would put on the helmet and take the keys to the power box and turn on the power to all the Air Raid Shelters.
I would then go to the nearest air raid shelter and stand in the door watching the action.
Later in the war I would be doing my paper round and I would see the trail of V2 rockets.
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