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I lived in Whitstable and in 1939 I was twelve. I was in church on September 3rd when the Vicar announced from the pulpit that was declared. On the way home, when we met a lady who told my sister and I to run home quickly as though she was expecting bombs to be dropped straight away.

When raids did come, the first place we made for was under the stairs. After a while we had a Morrison shelter which was in the form of a table.

During the Battle of Britain we had a front line view of a lot of the dogfights between Fighter Command and the Luftwaffe. Living on the coast, quite a few of the bombs fell into the sea, and even on their way home, the Germans would drop any bombs left.

Rationing did not really affect us a family; we seemed to manage perfectly well. In fact, I gave my sweet ration to my best friend.

Eileen Trent

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