- Contributed by听
- chirpypamelaann
- People in story:听
- Pamela Harvey
- Location of story:听
- North London
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4091195
- Contributed on:听
- 19 May 2005
One night with the sound of gunfire,searchlights and the drone of aeroplanes overhead I was introduced to the Andersen shelter in our back garden. I saw a delightful little cave where two nightlights burned, a little bed in the corner, just for me, two deckchairs cleverly arranged actually.
Mother and two elderly neighbours sat on hard kitchen chairs. I was not really aware just what was going on. i knew there was danger, I was told the shelter would protect me. I believed this, but the savagery of the skies was very scary.
On a later occasion I just had to have a pee. The elderly neighbour offered to empty the little chamber pot, but he would have to go outside, and I feared for his life, It seemed a small thing to risk dying for.
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