- Contributed by听
- A7431347
- People in story:听
- Denzil Roden
- Location of story:听
- Plumstead, South East London
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A4547595
- Contributed on:听
- 26 July 2005
This is a story about the wisdom of animals.
I was two when war broke out -- eight when it ended. I lived with my family in the Medway Towns -- my father was just back from India. We had moved all over the place -- Portsmouth, Harwich, Liverpool -- but we ended up in Kent.
I remember one incident when we were in Plumstead, South London. There was an air-raid. During raids we were told to climb under specially constructed iron tables in our homes -- they were about eight foot long, and three foot high. I always remember that our family dog had climbed into it long before we heard the siren. I now realise why -- the animal's ears were more finely tuned to the ultrasound of the German bombers' radar.
Bombings were part of life. Yes, I did feel fear. It was frightening. Yes, it was a relief when it was all over.
THIS STORY WAS ENTERED BY JOHN YOUNG OF 大象传媒 SOUTH EAST TODAY, ON BEHALF OF DENZIL RODEN. MR RODEN UNDERSTANDS THE SITE'S TERMS AND CONDITIONS.
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