- Contributed byÌý
- Genevieve
- People in story:Ìý
- Bill Kendall
- Location of story:Ìý
- London
- Background to story:Ìý
- Civilian
- Article ID:Ìý
- A5253022
- Contributed on:Ìý
- 22 August 2005
During the early days of the Blitz, us messenger lads, (and most other lads I should say in the London area) we used to collect the shrapnel and keep it in cigarette tin boxes, as the pieces were tiny and very shiny.
After a few weeks we lost interest ‘cause the shrapnel became rusty- so we didn’t bother anymore.
See more of Bill's stories:
- A White-Faced Inspector
- Chipolatas and Chips
- Doody
- Given a bit of cheek
- High-Tailed it home
- How it all began
- I was BKFJ434
- ’Let him go and let him tarry’
- In a split second timing
- Oranges and Lemons
- Rotten Bananas
- Waste not, Want not
- It was coming straight for me
- Using more of my nine lives
- Free post
- Time just came and went
- No. 1 London
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