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Once in England after I had joined the WAAF, I was in uniform and on my way back to camp on my own, when I got caught in an air raid. It was a particularly heavy attack that night. I headed for the nearest air raid shelter I could find. During the time I was in there I was joined by an airman and a soldier. The three of us never spoke to each other, while the shrapnel struck off the side of the air raid shelter. It was very frightening. It was very eerie, you didn’t know what was going to happen, you could just sit there. Even when the ‘all clear’ was sounded, we walked out of the shelter, never speaking to each other, almost like being in a state of stunned shock. I’ve thought of this incident many times over the years that have passed and wondered how the shock of the occasion affects each one, we didn’t speak to each other during the raid, just sat in silence.

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