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Being a new mum of a 6 month old child, my story reflects civilian life when Glasgow was being bombed and under air attack. I can laugh at this now but at the time you have to remember the anxiety and fear witnessed by many who felt like sitting ducks waiting for the next bomb to blitz their home and possibly wipe out their family and friends.
My husband's parents and ourselves lived in the same tenement in Glasgow and the sirens had sounded and we could hear bombs going off so we took off out of our own home to go join them in their own house. I grabbed my son, nerves as raw as ever (given my status as new mum this probably added to my nervous state) and my husband and I headed out the front door, heading for my parents-in-law's house. The noise and commotion outside further rattling my nerves and frightening us both. My husband suddenly stopped and urged me to continue on my way while he ran back into our house to collect our important documents (birth certificates/home insurance policies etc). I ran and that's when I looked at my child, Tom, and started screaming and shaking incontrollably. My husband ran back to see what the commotion was, only to find me cradling my "headless son". Sobbing and at a loss I tried to explain to him but was powerless to find the words to explain my grief. My husband acknowledging the scene, grabbed our son and turned him back up the right way. In my haste and given the fact that my heart was in my mouth with all the shenanigans going on around us, I'd picked Tom up by his legs and had ran out of the door with my son upside down.
It was a terrible time but you always managed to find a smile or humour to see you through the worst. Needless to say I eventually saw the funny side of things relating to this incident.

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