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A very short story on the lighter side:

During the blitzes on Bristol we spent the night from dusk to dawn in our Anderson shelter at the bottom of the garden. We didn't have a radio - battery radios had become almost extinct, and in any case weren't readily portable, as they needed a huge dry battery plus a rechargeable accumulator - and there wasn't much to do while we were awake except talk.. and listen. Once the sirens had sounded we listened for the sounds of aircraft. The higher pitched sounds were 'one of ours' - a fighter - but we didn't get many of those as our local defences were mainly anti-aircraft guns. The deeper, throbbing sounds were 'one of theirs', and we always waited nervously to see if its load of bombs was coming our way.

One night we heard 'one of theirs' throbbing at a distance, and the noise gradually got louder... and finally next door's cat walked in, still purring loudly!

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