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This story was submitted to the Peoples War Site by Stacy Blyth from The Folkestone School for Girls and has been added to the website on behalf of Tony Baker with his permission and he fully understands the sites terms and conditions.

We were living in Camberwell, it was the height of the war and the bombings. On one side of us was Samuel Jones, the paper mills and the other side, a mile away was the peanut factory, which were both bombed at the same time. The paper mills burnt for about two years, we had charred paper coming from the sky for at least eighteen months. The peanut factory had been turned into a munitions factory, which they kept quiet. Two dust carts came along outside our house piled high with bodies but nothing was ever said in the papers or on the news because we were there and we saw it. It sticks in my mind vividly.
Another time in our street they dropped a bomb about a hundred metres down our road and the rescue workers were clambering all over the site. As a child I was curious and stepped outside the front door and as I did so a German fighter plane came straight down the street towards me, machine gunning all the people who were on the bomb site trying to rescue the people.
At the same time, two huge cart horses were shot down by the plane, directly outside our house. They laid outside our house and I remember they laid there and bled to death all day. The street was filled with blood, a sea of blood. The poor horses were twitching and no one came to put them out of their misery until about 5pm in the afternoon though the shooting happened in the morning.

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