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My Father was in the Royal Marines and when he was in England My Mother and I would go a stay where he was stationed. We were living in Chatham or it may have been Deal.

One night, my Mother had put the dinner on the table and we were just about to eat when there was an enormous explosion. The table lifted off the floor I was thrown out of my chair and our dinner was on the ceiling. Needless to say we went hungry that night.

This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Becky Barugh of the 大象传媒 Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Marcia West and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

See more of Marcia's stories:

• 1) The night I was born
• 2) A ticking pillowcase
• 4) Thrown in the gutter
• 5) My first chocolate bar
• 6) Crisscrossed tape and heavy black curtains
• 7) I walked twelve miles a day!

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