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"This story was submitted to the People's War site by Jean Brown and has been added to the website on behalf of Sheila J Anderson with her permission and she fully understands the site's terms and conditions".

My Thanks

I was only three at the start of the War
Can't remember too much of what I saw,
But even so young - aware and afraid
My lullaby - a warning of the next raid.

An Anderson Shelter - My "Home" for these years
My parents' protection - concealing their fears.
On occasional school days there was often a space
Another lost schoolfriend - try to remember their face!

Not too much of anything the cupboard often bare
But at least we were living - we were still there.
As I grew older with reality I'm struck,
My living and being is in no way just luck

So many suffered and died that I might exist,
I'm so humble and grateful that they did persist.
May God bless you all - the bold and the brave
Those who returned - and many in their grave.

Again My Thanks

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