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My most vivid memory of the war was getting out of bed quietly so mum and dad did not hear and standing by the window watching the bombers go at night.The sky,when it was moonlight seemed to be black.I remember the air raids and going in the Morrison Shelter and the excitement of having a cup of tea in the middle of the night after the raid was over.
School was different in the war.We were sent home if we forgot our gas masks.
We thought it was great when the siren went and we all had to go down into the shelters.
I remember the nuns getting mad with the boys who tried to look under the door of the girls toilets for a dare.
During an air raid it was the first time I heard my dad swear.A bomb dropped opposite our house and despite my mothers protests he went out to have a look and fell over our front door which was lying in the hallway.

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