Time to Go

This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Julie Turner of the ‘Action Desk — Sheffield’ Team on behalf of Mrs. Patricia Seymour, and has been added to the site with the author’s permission. The author fully understands the site’s terms and conditions.

Christmas 1939 — 6p.m.

Father said — it’s time to go. Overhead, we could hear the drone of the bombers and the thud of the bombs. We crept through the kitchen door and saw the sky alight with beams of lights, and then silently with our neighbours, went into the Anderson shelter. There we sat in total silence, trying not to listen to the dreadful noise in the night sky.

The thud of the bombs came nearer; someone said we won't hear the one for us. Some just sat quietly holding hands and bodies pressed together. At six o’clock in the morning, we emerged just to see total devastation — but we were alive.

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