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I was walking down a street in London, during my lunch hour, when the air raid siren went off. The noise of the planes as they flew overhead and the sounds of bombs dropping around me were overpowering. We were always told to fall onto the floor when the air raid siren goes and so everyone in the street did.
I heard the sound of crashing and explosions of the bomb dropping nearby. I looked up and saw, from the road where I had fallen, that where the barber shop front had been was destruction where it had been blown away. A man was still sitting in the barber's chair, which had been by the front of the shop. He was completely shocked; staring out into the street.

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