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- salisburysouthwilts
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- Margaret Goulding-2
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- A4436651
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- 12 July 2005
Sirens; Salisbury Cathedral
Whenever the sirens sounded when I was at school, we were all drilled to walk (not run) quickly and quietly to the concrete air raid shelter outside. There we sang songs and listened to stories not knowing or worrying about what was happening outside. I always felt better when I was at school on these occasions because the teachers didn鈥檛 seem to worry as much as my mother.
Even more important to me, we were very close to Salisbury Cathedral and I was convinced that Hitler would never bomb such a lovely big church, and that God wouldn鈥檛 let him anyway! Strangely enough, some time afterwards the wreckage of a German fighter plane was found on Salisbury Plain and among the pilot鈥檚 possessions they discovered a silk map with Salisbury Cathedral ringed as an important navigational point. So my conviction about God seemed to be right! I鈥檓 not sure that Hitler had much of a hand in it though.
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