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This story appears courtesy of and with thanks to The Liverpool Diocesan Care and Repair Association and James Taylor

A bomb dropped in the next road to us. We had to leave the house completely until they defused the bomb. My husband was working in the power station at the time in town. He had a terrible time. Cycling home he used to see roofs blown off. One time when his duty had finished at work and when he came home we were in the shelter his shirt was wringing wet. It was that wet you could have wrung it out. My husband could’ve told you a few tales, One night when he was cycling home he saw a girl lying on the floor and he stopped to see if he could help her. When he looked at her he saw that she was dead. A bullet had gone right through her. She was a young girl and he had to leave her, there was nothing he could do.
For some people; furniture, personal belongings — some connection with former life could be saved. For others, the past had disappeared and the future seemed bleak.

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