- Contributed by听
- darthCherokee6
- People in story:听
- Jack Hart
- Location of story:听
- Southall Middlesex
- Article ID:听
- A1938972
- Contributed on:听
- 31 October 2003
I was 12 years of age when the war started, I can well remember being called in to the house from playing as the take cover sirens sounded, it was a false alarm.
A year later the heavy bombing began, and on returning from a visit to my Grand Mother we all settled down for the night, I slept on the settee with its high back towards the windows, and the rest of the family took refuge under the double bed, as at that time no shelters had been issued.
Around about midnight just as we were going to sleep unknown to us a land mine floated across our house just above rooftop hight to explode in the next street, every window in the house had been blown out, the front door was in the back garden, and our dog Rover was lifted into the driveway. The back of the settee on which I was resting was one mass of glass splinters, someone had been watching over us that night as we all escaped injury, that included the dog
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