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During 1940/41 we were subject to constant Air-Raids in Bristol. They usually happened as we all were sitting to our evening meal-the main meal of the day-and in many cases as an Air-raid was sounded by sirens. We dare not ignore the warning as to get to the sheter in our yard we had to run 20 yards to the end of the garden.We had a routine if Mum was half-way through cooking, my Father and I finished off while my Mother and Sister ran for the Shelter. When it was ready I carried 2 plates down to the shelter and during a lull,on this occasion I began to run towards the Shelter in the pitch-dark, I heard a whirring sound dropping towards me,I Froze as it became louder and I crouched down, still holding the plates, I didn't want to drop them as it would mean a "wigging" from my Parents.The noise grew louder I knew it wasn't a bomb as it took so long but it sounded very lethal. It hit a nearby shed and buried itself in the garden, I got up and scurried into the shelter thankfull that the meals were still intact.My Mother asked what the noise was but I could only say it had put the wind-up me. Next day I found the hole by the shed and dug up an Anti-aircraft shellcap which had taken longer to fall than usual.If it had hit me I would have had a nasty injury.

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