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I was six when war began. It was more of an adventure for me as a child. The frightening thing were the air-raids. We had them for twelve hours for a period of about four months in '41 to '42.

My dad was a local A.R.P. organiser. I used to go with him on a night shift. I enjoyed it, I was a kid.

I remember the local Judicial building being hit. There were seven prisoners in the holding cells. They were trapped inside and no-one could get in or out. The shoe factory was on fire as well. An archway of fire formed. You could here the prisoners. That is my worst memory.

I also remember the games we played as kids back then. After a raid we would search for shrapnel. The guy who found the biggest piece and who got the best burn was the winner!

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