- Contributed by
- Researcher 251350
- People in story:
- Dot Coombs
- Location of story:
- Canterbury, Kent
- Article ID:
- A1343404
- Contributed on:
- 13 October 2003
My nan was a young teenagerager during the war, and this is just of the things that happended to my nan.
It was an sunny mid-summer day when my nan, was babysitting with an freind when along came, the by now fimiler sound of a plane over head, it so low that that they could see the pilot in the plane, as there was no sound of the airaid siron, so she started to wave to the man in the plane, and in retern he waved back, but only when she was studding the plane, she then saw that the plane was not one of ours but an German one, they then snached the baby out of the pushchair, and ran into an close shelter, only to look back and see some bombs droping out of the same plane which they had been waving to, when they emergered from the shelter, to find that the end house had been blowen and at her own house the windows and roof missing, and found her aunt yelling at the sky saying that 'those dam Germans had ruined their tea,' which was now berried under waht was their roof.
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