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- Patrick Blackman
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- 10 May 2005
During the war we used to live in Battersea, my mother used to scream when the bombs were dropping. My father used to tell her not to make such a fuss because she was making me nervous. When the air-raid started we used to go into the cellar, which had the windows blocked in with thick boards and the cieling propped up.
One night a flying bomb came over and it all went very quiet. Then there was a tremendous explosion. Many house in the next road were demolished. All the windows in our house were shattered. If we had not gone to the cellar we would have been badly injured with flying glass. After that my mother wouldn't go out for a month and fatherhad to do the shopping.
The man next door had an incendiary bomb land in his garden. He carried it into the police station - the policemen were not all happy with him because he could have caused a fire.
At school we were warned not to pick up anything that looked like a butterfly. These were small explosives and could be very dangerous.
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