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After a very bad raid my mother and I went to see if my grandparents had come through unscathed, which thankfully they had. They lived in Berkeley Road East and when we turned off the Coventry Road, the first thing we saw was the gates open to the stable where the rag and bone man kept his horse. It had been bombed and the horse lay on the ground the man was kneeling beside him with is arm around him crying. I was eleven or twelve at the time and it was quite upsetting. The horse of course was dead.

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