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- People in story:
- Daphne Payne-Roberts
- Location of story:
- North Kent
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- 11 October 2005
I’d just left school when the war began. I was living in North Kent near the Woolwich arsenal and the Thames and I remember the bombs being dropped. The planes would fly up to South London and then after bombing there they would make their way back and any bombs they had left were dropped on us along the way.
I remember going down to the air raid shelter at night with my flask, bottles of water, knitting and candles, then waiting for the all-clear and going out to see what damage had been done and whose roof was missing.
After the bombs we had doodlebugs, the sky was black. There were also other rockets and for these we had no sirens.
I watched the Battle of Britain and thought it was splendid. You could tell which planes were British and which were the enemy's by the sound of the engines.
I also remember not being able to go to any dances or the cinema during the war which I thought a great shame.
This story has been submitted to the People's War site by Rosemary Hamilton of the BBC Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Daphne Payne-Roberts and has been added to the site with her permission. Daphne fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
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