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This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Joanne Burgess on behalf of Tim Warham and has been added to the site with his permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions."

One Wednesday night during last year, we had a blitz every time a bomb came down I screamed and cried I was very frightened. All the men shouted ‘duck there is one coming down’ and we all bent down on our hands and knees. They had to fetch me a drink of water. The school down our street got a fire and a number of people who lived near the school came into our shelter. When the All Clear sounded we all gave a sigh of relief.

When I went home I had no home to go to but there was a kind old lady that said she would put us up for the rest of the night. I thought about what we had gone through that night I felt as though I could just go across to Germany and punch Hitler and his Nazi gang in the jaw. On the Thursday nights blitz I slept right through it so I have not much to say about that, however there were a lot injured and killed. We flitted into Daltry Street and there we had thirteen windows out.

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