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We found out one day that a German plane had been shot down at West Drayton. Me and my brothers and sisters were so keen to see a German plane which had been shot down by the British that we were prepared to walk all the way there to see it- and my dad took us that morning on the half hour trip there. Just before we reached, our excitement was suddenly cut short by the sound of an air raid siren blaring loudly.
Although we were carrying on walking regardless, my Dad made us go home, (quite rightly) telling us it was ‘far too dangerous’ — much to our dismay. The fact that the siren stopped the minute we arrived home and got into the air-raid shelter added to our disappointment.
I remember that our mum, seeing our sad faces, tried to make it up to us- she called our air-raid shelter (where we slept every night) ‘The Ritz’ to make us feel like stars. We quickly forgot our unsuccessful adventure. But we never did get to see the defeated German warplane.

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