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The mobile gun
My father Enrnie Moore.
During the war was a on esenchal works order. His job was repareing bomb damage. Mainly in his trade ,bricklayering. He was also on duty at Kingsheath Fire Station. As a A.R.P dispatch rider, guiding convoys.
Their main task ,was taking injured to hospital. At ,places like Fullford Hall.
Which is on the south side of Birmingham.
The night, were interested in. The mobile gun that was station at Swanhurst park. Was parked,by our cross roads.Daisy Farm Road and Langstone Road Warstock
He was give it, what for.Putting up the flack.
Us kids, Olive my sister and myself.
Were under the stairs.
Dad said it was"the safe'ist place" .When they were bombing.
Mom Tucked herself ,in behind us.
BAM-BAM, PING- PING the srapnal rained down once again.
Dad was standing at the lobby door.Putting on his motor cycle coat. His berry and mk 8 gogles.
BAM BAM- PING PING the srapnal bounce of the concrete road.
The door,it does a merry dance in the frame.
OOH,WA! We all jump .
Mom to dad "YOUR NOT GOING OUT OF THIS HOUSE TO NIGHT"
We don't no, if my dad was afriad of her. Or Hitler. But he never left the house that night.

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