- Contributed by听
- threecountiesaction
- People in story:听
- Rita Din, Grandfather, Mother, Older Sister
- Location of story:听
- London, England
- Article ID:听
- A7440897
- Contributed on:听
- 01 December 2005
This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War Site by Three Counties Action, on behalf of Rita Din, and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site鈥檚 terms and conditions.
My Grandfather (originally from Ecuador) every day worked for the railway (during the war) then later on in the evenings would sometimes help out with rescuing people from bombed housing. A few times he has even climbed up on the roofs of some house where incendiary bombs had exploded and were still a flame. My Grandfather would throw the pieces off the roof.
One amusing story of Grandfather that:- one evening after the blackout blinds had been put up, we heard the heavy hum of planes in the air, so my Mother, Sister, Grandfather and I went downstairs to the back door facing our yard. It was my Grandfathers idea 鈥淲e must go and wish our boys a safe trip. God bless them and bring them home.鈥 No sooner had he finished speaking there was an enormous bang, the house shook violently. We then realised the so-called R.A.F. planes were actually the Luftwaffe.
The words that then came from my Grandfather鈥檚 mouth cannot be written down!!! We all burst out laughing to think one minute a blessing seconds later a curse. On returning upstairs we found all our front room windows had been blown away and the armchair where Granddad ALWAYS sat. The whole window frame had smashed on it. Saying good luck to the enemy saved my Grandfathers life.
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