大象传媒

I have a vivid wartime memory of an air raid -the siren went at about 3am. We didn't have an underground shelter,but the people next door did,and said to my mum we could all go in with them if a raid occured(dad was in the RAF in India for most of the war)
This particular night(c.1944) I can remember hearing the awful sounds of the air raid siren,and mum hurrying us all up(4 children-my 2 sisters and brother).However it took so long for mum to gather together the bits and pieces,blankets,sandwiches,thermous flask etc. that eventually I remember walking down the concrete steps to the rather foul smelling shelter -and then,the all clear siren went off and I can remember now(I am 68 now) as if it were 5 minutes ago a tremendous feeling of disappointment - I thought it would be fun to go into the shelter- I should have been releived the raid was over,but at 8 years old I suppose my fear was much less than mums.

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