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This story was submitted to the Peoples War site by……………………

During the war I was only 4 years of age and I was on my brothers shoulders while he was running towards the air raid shelter near Wood Street. It was pitch black and my brother fell over a bike which had been abandoned in the road, as he got up we heard a noise and saw the Church at the top of Bold Street on Fire. It had been hit by a bomb. I was crying because of all the noise and the colour of the sky.

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