- Contributed by
- winner
- People in story:
- Alf Terry
- Location of story:
- Leytonstone London
- Background to story:
- Royal Navy
- Article ID:
- A1946054
- Contributed on:
- 01 November 2003
After the blitz we as a family never went to the Anderson shelter in the back garden as it was very damp, and when the flying bombs started and I had a long way to go to school my mother stopped me from going, and as I had nothing to do I started to clean up the shelter and board up the sides so that the rain would not wash the earth from the sloping sides.when it was eventuly finished it was decided that we would once again use it. On the second night in the shelter a flying bomb hit the front of our house, destroying 7 houses and killing 10 people. We dug ourselves out and went to the rescue centre and as we were all in our night clothes I was issued with old army battle dress dyed green. The next morning we went back to see what we could salvage but all that we found of any use was my christening dress still wrapped in tissue paper (Which I still have), and in the shelter a piece of steel stuck in my pillow inches from where my head had been. Someone had been looking after us that night.
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