Re: "Memories of war's horrors can last a lifetime," Nov. 10.
I remember sleeping many nights in our indoor Morrison shelter. We'd go upstairs to bed at the normal evening time, then during the night when the air raid sirens wailed, Mum would wake us up and take us downstairs to sleep in the shelter. Dad had left for his assembly point as an air-raid warden.
There were some Anderson outdoor shelters nearby, but Dad had refused to have one. We used the dining room table as our shelter until the Morrison arrived.
The doodlebugs and V2s came during the day. At school when the sirens sounded, we were all ushered into the half-buried cemented tunnels of school air-raid shelters. During recess, if the sirens went, we would only stroll over to the shelters in the hope of hearing a doodlebug. Its throbbing motor was easy to distinguish from a plane. It was when the engine sound stopped that we ran, as we knew the doodlebug was on its way down and would explode somewhere near us.
The V2s gave no warning. They just exploded either overhead or on the ground, so it was dangerous to be on the playground. Fortunately, my school was not hit.
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