- Contributed by听
- ateamwar
- People in story:听
- Bernie Blundle
- Location of story:听
- Liverpool
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A5089746
- Contributed on:听
- 15 August 2005
The most distinctive thing I remember about the war was when the air raids started and my grandma took us all to sit under the stairs where they kept the coal. We used to sit there and me grandma would have her rosary beads out, the rosary beads worked 鈥榗os were still all here. In the early 40s my uncle; Bernie Blundle, gave a false age to sign up for this ship when he was 16 (he lied about his age), he said to his mother; my grandmother 鈥淕et me up, 鈥榗os I鈥檓 sailing tomorrow on the 3:30 tide.鈥 She went berserk, her only son. During that afternoon, a stranger came to our house and her said 鈥淢rs Blundle, you don鈥檛 know me but I鈥檝e heard that your son has signed on for a certain ship which sails at 3:30 in the morning. Well if you take my advice, I wouldn鈥檛 let him go.鈥 So my grandmother thanked the stranger.
She didn鈥檛 set the alarm, so our Bernie missed his ship and of course, he went berserk; missing his first voyage. Well the ship itself reached the English Channel and was torpedoed. All hands lost, everyone lost on it. Our Bernie lived till his late 70s and he often told that story. 鈥楥os of my grandmother not letting him go, or not setting the alarm clock and some complete stranger coming, knocking on our door who we never, ever saw again, Bernie鈥檚 life was saved.
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