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In 1942 I was seven years old and living in Aberdeen. One night my sister and brother-in-law (who was home from the navy) had a night out together and my mum and I offered to babysit at their house. The sirens went off because German planes were coming over and we scuttled home to Sandilands Drive in Woodside. My mum wanted to be back in her own home.

We got as far as Commerce Street, stopped in a doorway, and saw a German plane and its pilot coming over. We walked up to Stafford Street and saw that there had been a bomb dropped there. A young girl was screaming for her mum who was in a tenement.

We got as far as Kittybrewster School and my brother met us. He picked me up, put me on his shoulder and took us home. My mother was very relieved to get home safely.

I'm now 69 but remember this wartime incident very vividly.

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