- Contributed by听
- enerijay
- People in story:听
- irene hope
- Location of story:听
- scotstoun/glasgow/1940
- Article ID:听
- A2246492
- Contributed on:听
- 30 January 2004
MURPHY鈥橲 LAW
Although it may be said that that when the sirens sounded we made our way to the air raid shelter; there were occasions when we remained in the house. I am a little unsure of the reason for this but something obviously influenced my parents in their decision. One such night comes easily to mind and probably explains the logic and theorem of a war time situation. We had all retired early on this particular night, which would suggest that it was a working day. My father and sisters had to rise early for their journey into the city. My brothers and I were generally in bed by nine o鈥檆lock, with exceptions on isolated occasions. I don鈥檛 know what time it was when I was awakened by the distant sound of three dull thuds in quick succession. I lay quite still allowing the fear to sweep over me as I sensed that the noise was of bombs exploding. The house was quiet no one stirred. I was the only one awake.
I arose from my bed and made my way to my parent鈥檚 room. They were both asleep. I shook my mother by the shoulder and she opened her eyes with the question, 鈥渨hat鈥檚 the matter?鈥 When I told her that I had heard the sound of bombs exploding, she replied by saying that I must have been dreaming, (I was prone to sleep walking). As she spoke, the air raid siren was loudly audible. Now everyone was awake. What were we to do? We were told to go back to bed, commenting that if we were to die that night it would be in our beds. Such drama is unsurpassed. Strangely enough I was asleep before the all clear sounded.
鈥淗ope, like the gleaming taper鈥檚 light,
Adorns and cheers us on our way;
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