- Contributed by听
- CovWarkCSVActionDesk
- People in story:听
- Colin Walker
- Location of story:听
- Coventry
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4497672
- Contributed on:听
- 20 July 2005
I was between four and five when my brother and I were dragged out of bed in the middle of night. My mother put our new coats on (new clothes during the war was very rare) and I said: 鈥淲here are we going?鈥 My mother told us she was taking us to an air raid shelter- I had never been before it was very exciting. I remember it so clearly. There was suddenly a knock on the door, my mum asked: 鈥淲ho is it?鈥 A man replied with: 鈥淚t鈥檚 me.鈥 My mother said: 鈥淲ho鈥檚 me?鈥 The same reply: 鈥淚t鈥檚 me.鈥 It was my father. I remember asking mum why she didn鈥檛 realise it was dad. The reason was she feared it was a German officer power trooper.
Five years after the war had ended my parents were still scared that the German officers would return to the house. They had been terrified for their lives and our lives for so many years that they were mentally scarred.
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