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During the war I was an ARP warden in Bournemouth. Training one night on the golf links, it was pouring with rain. It was midnight and I had been there for four hours on my own. At least I thought that I was saving Bournemouth. By 2am I was getting scared. My husband was then stationed at Frome so I gave him a ring. "Reg, I'm frightened. I'm on the golf links. They're going to invade Bournemouth."
His reply was short and to the point. "Go home!" Come the morning I was told that the training exercise had been called off at 8pm the previous night because it was too wet.

I hate heights. After the bombings of Malmesbury Park and Alma Road, a fireman told me to go up a ladder to see if the lady in a house was alright. I found an arm, but it wasn't attached to anything. There was also a five year old boy. Not a mark on him but he died from the blast.

The Square was bombed. A duck landed on the roof of the Town Hall. It was dead.

There were some lovely people about. People came together and pulled together. They didn't mind if you told them to blackout. Some drunken Americans came and they were not so nice though.

(PK)

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