大象传媒

My first recollection of the war was when I was 9 years old, I was playing footie out in the street with the other kids. We heard a funny droning noise, we stopped playing and looked to the sky. We saw hundreds and hundreds of planes way up in the air. We stood silent, just watching, then from the same planes little cigar shaped things began to fall. We still watched, rooted to the spot and confused. Then someone shouted, it could even have been me, I don't know, but the shout went up, "It's the bloody Germans and they're bombing us, RUN". We did, we scattered and went running back indoors, where at that time we thought we'd be safe. I remember my Mum and Dad grabbing a few things, including my little brother and sister (Davy and Rita) and we ran down the garden into our Anderson Shelter. We heard the booms as the bombs found their target, we sat huddled together, my brother and sister crying, my mum and dad reassuring them that everything would be alright. I don't know how long we stayed in the shelter, it felt like forever, but eventually we emerged and London was burning. I will never forget that day or the next 5 years, the war had begun for us.

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