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- jlgibson
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- Civilian
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- A8550010
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- 15 January 2006
My name is Mrs. Colleen Fox. I lived in the North of England in an Elizabethan house, with my mother, father and my brother .
One day when I was 12 years old I was sitting downstairs in my lounge and my brother and I could hear the usual sounds of fighting and shooting but when we looked out of the window we saw a plane that had been shot and was falling down into the fields behind our house in flames. My brother and I both went upstairs to the top room so that we could see the plane better. All we could see was big red and orange flames. I was so frightened and scared. For ages after that day all I could think about was what had happened to the pilot in that plane, and wondering who he was. German and English people were all affected by the results of the war .
A short time after the plane incident my family and I moved to Essex. As soon as we arrived in the county we could see the affects that the war was having. Everywhere you looked you could see houses that had been devastated by bombs in various different attacks.
When I lived in Essex I can remember seeing lots of shelters. One day when I was at the park playing with my friends the warning sirens went off and the park guard came over and gathered everyone up and we all went into the parks shelter. I will never forget the sound of the sirens, at the beginning it was a loud shrilling noise but at the end it was a lower tone.
The shelters all had a happy atmosphere and everyone would talk and sing with each other. No one looked after themselves in the shelters: they would take care of each other and make sure that everyone was all right. Everyone had their own shelter in their gardens. Most people just had grass and dirt covering their shelters but we had flowers on ours, as my mother enjoyed gardening.
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