I was 5 years old in London, during the blitz and used to be terrified when I heard the air-raid sirens. We used to go to an anderson shelter which was in the garden. One sister was looking for her cat, our dog would already be with us. My Mum just wanted to make sure we were all in the shelter. The relief when the all clear sounded, and our house or rather flat was still standing. One of my brothers went back to the street where we used to live, once when he was on leave from the navy and the whole street was gone.