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I was born in the year the War started, (1939), and we lived on the south Coast near Brighton. I remember the sirens and the engine noise of the heavy aircraft and going to the Morrison shelter in the sitting room. I knew that the bombs might come through the roof but I didn't understand that they might explode. I had no sense of fear at all, though now I realise that my mother must have been very frightened.

One day the soil pipe from our upstairs lavatory was damaged by shrapnel. We had to go next door to use the loo or we did "bucket and chuck it". We kept a chunk of the shrapnel -silvery and jagged - in the larder for years.

When I visited the Imperial War Museum and saw the Morrison shelter I was amazed at how small it was -though it seemed plenty big enough for me at the time!

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