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Seeing the programme of 'Dunkirk' brought it all back to me.
I am 85 years old in July and I was living in London all through the air raids & bugs bombs. We were buried in the Anderson shelter the night before had my first baby - I was taken to Kings College Hospital in Denmark Hill - and did not know wher the rest of my family were.
The hospital was packed with cashalties, but I had my babay the next day.
But it all began the first night of the blitz - september 1940 or 41 - I can't quite remember. We witnessed the German bombers and English fighters in the sky and night after night, day after day, we were bombed.
My firm in the city was burned to the ground on the first night of the blitz. I got another job in London and on my first day I was told thirty girls were killed there on the Friday before. I lost my friends in the blitz and buzz bombs and have many stories to tell.
We had the railway at the back of our garden and one morning I saw this black airplane in the sky. I popped out to have a look and it dived at me with bulletts flying everywhere. I was so scared I got my coat on and went out and I was walking over the railway, near Aske's Spents ground, when there was this awful scream. Apparently a bomb (small one) had landed in the field alongside of me. A lorry stopped me and said "miss that bomb just missed you. Where do you want to go?". I must have been only about 20 years old and now wonder how we all survived.
I have many more stories to tell - if you are interested.

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