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My Grandparents always used to wait until the last minute before going to the shelters.

One evening my Grandfather opened the blackout curtains just enough to stick his head through and closed them up around his neck. He looked out to see how close the bombing was and suggested to my Grandmother that she'd better get up and get dressed, it was getting close.

As she was getting dressed, my Grandfather, still with his head through the curtains, was tucking his shirt in the front of his pants.

All of a sudden there was a might flash and blast just a few houses up the road.

As my Grandparents arrived at the shelter, my Grandmother was laughing hysterically while my Grandfather was holding his head moaning loudly. It took a while for my Grandmother to get a grip to tell the others that when the bomb dropped nearby Grandpa had been tucking the blackout curtains into his pants as well as the shirt and right at the exact moment the curtain rail came down on his head and he thought he'd been hit by the bomb crying out "oh I've been hit, I've been hit.

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