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We would often sit with pillows on our head in case the house was hit, because it often felt like our house was falling down, when in fact, it was bricks from nearby houses. One night an incendiary bomb came through the garage roof, through the cab of one of the coal lorries and started to burn the seat, but my father managed to put it out with sand. Another night a bomb blew off several pig sty doors and the next morning my father was informed by neighbours that some of his pigs were wandering down the street!

My mother was shot at, as a plane came down very low and was firing at people as the workers came out of the Daimler factory at lunchtime. Another time, my father was stood at the doorway of a house waiting for a lady to pay him for the coal he had just delivered, when a plane flew just above the nearby railway line and fired at him. He removed the bullet from the house wall and kept it for many years.

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