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.This is my second part to my story,it Iwas so long ago, which we cant forget. I was 16 when the war broke out, I was the third oldest of nine children, six boys three girls. I was working in Woolwich at the factory called Henleys, & down the road a bit was another factory called the standard.I went to work there when I was fourteen. We used to watch our boys & the Germans Dog fighting, Cheered when it was a German, but cried when it was ours. What with the bombs, the incendary, the doodlebugs,seeing people killed, we grew up so fast. The food rationing, there is so much but cant put it all on paper, The Factory got Bombed, but at least we were one of the lucky ones,we are here to talk about it. So we cant feel sorry for us. Only the ones thet did not make it. My brother got so that he did not run under the table screaming anymore, every time a plane came over, at least he outgrew that. It is a wonder we survied that first air raid, we had to go to a house that had a shelter, the house was empty, but the dirt was not on the top of the shelter, & the incendary bombs were falling like crazy, & I just know the top of that shelter was shining, to the Germans.Then the Gas works got bombed Everything was in such a turmoil.& I am no writer. Mary Snyder

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