- Contributed by
- P_Carey
- People in story:
- Patrick Carey
- Location of story:
- Waldridge Village, Durham
- Background to story:
- Civilian
- Article ID:
- A8711976
- Contributed on:
- 21 January 2006
We were out visiting one evening when I was about 9 years old. On our way home we started the ¾ mile walk in the dark. It was like firework night in the sky. A special policeman appeared from the grass and ordered us to get home as soon as possible.
Because of it looking like fireworks I was not scared. My Gran had a First World War book and thought I would suffer as in WW1.
Strangely enough three mines hit a railway nearby, everything shook and rattled and woke me up but I immediately drifted off to sleep again.
The next day all the kids visited the crater which had missed the railway. All the parachutes were already missing.
Where I lived in Durham, Chesterly Street was where the American Army done their training. Gun carriages used to get stuck in the bog and we used to watch them being pulled out.
During the war was the first time I ever saw sliced bread.
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