- Contributed by听
- Gordon Dean
- People in story:听
- Gordon Dean
- Location of story:听
- Brighton
- Article ID:听
- A1162351
- Contributed on:听
- 02 September 2003
It was night time and I was fast asleep in bed, when the air-raid sirens went off. My mother didn't have time to get me under the stairs or the coal cellar.
The next thing I knew there was a flash of light and a burning object shot past me - it was actually an incendary device that had burned it's way through the floor and landed on the stone floor of the scullery. It had made a large hole in the floor which was not far from where I was sleeping.
The next we knew the farmer had called us all to the air-raid shelter in Pelham Square and we spent the whole night in the shelter.
It was a close call but it was an exciting night.
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