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I remember an air raid one evening in North Tyneside. It was a moon lit night and the German bomber mistook the coast road for the River Tyne. They bombed local houses and shops, one just missing my aunties house on Station Raod. My family spend the evening trying to find her worried she had been hit. It was a frought and worrying evening. We eventually found her cowered under a neighbours kitchen table terrified to come out thinking she had no home to return to. Luckily the bombs missed by a matter of yards.
I remember one evening lying in bed as a child aged about 10. A stray piece of shrapnel came crashing through the roof missing the family by inches. My grndfather patched up the roof with bits of wood and old slate from bombed houses nearby.

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