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My mum was four when the war started. She has told me many times that she only knew the war as a child - she tells of the trips down the shelter and the fear as the sirens used to start in the evening and the walk down the street to the neighbours' shelter - before her mum and dad had their own built in the garden.

A square, very tough-looking, concrete and brick building with a blast wall in front of the five foot high door.

They would all make their way down the shelter and once there would hear the sound of the Luftwaffe coming. She said they could all tell the difference between a German plane and a British one because of the sound of the engine.

Then, the first explosion would be heard and it would continue to what seemed liked forever.

There wasn't a lot of sleep those nights and the fear must have been incomprehensible to those who did not live through it.

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