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This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Nicki Riding for Three Counties Action on behalf of Mrs Cave and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site’s terms and conditions.

I was just four. My father jumped onto the train as it was coming into Wimbledon Station in order to get us a seat. Father put us on the train and then stayed behind in London. He settled my mother, baby sister and I in the carriage. I asked him “Do planes bomb trains?” “No, never” he said.

On the journey to Edinburgh, my sister was being breast-fed and I took great delight in letting the blinds in the train compartment whoosh up and down. I was very naughty.
When we got to Edinburgh it was very late at night and I can still see the very dark sky with the stars shining.
It wasn’t until my teens that I learnt of the tactics of bombing trains!

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