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my name is sarah. i was eight years old in 1941. one night in may 1941 while my aunt who was a dressmaker was up late sewing she heard the sound of an airplane over the strand road where we lived in dublin. she could tell that there was something strange happening and woke
my father, my sister and myself. we all went to our back door and could see an airplane caught in the searchlights.we thought it wise to take shelter under the stairs and there was just enough space there for my aunt, my sister and myself. my father had to stand in the parlour doorway. we were very frightened and said our prayers. the airplane dropped its bomb and after a while we looked around the house. the windows had been blown in, the ceilings had come down and when we checked our bedrooms we found our beds covered in glass and so we knew that we would not be able to sleep in them.
when we looked out the front door we could see all the flames on the strand and i was shaking with fear. an air-raid warden told my family to evacuate our home ane we went to a little church in portland row. we spent the next five weeks staying with friends until our house was fixed up. it was a time my friends and i would never forget. over thirty people were killed that night including a friend of mine and her family.

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