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My Mother had been evacuated from Portsmouth due to heavy bombing including incendiary fire bombs.

Supposedly, on the night I was born, my Grandfather was standing at the front door watching the devastation when a blast from an explosion blew him from the bottom of the stairs to the top of the stairs!

Miraculously he was unhurt.

This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Becky Barugh of the ÃÛÑ¿´«Ã½ Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Marcia West and has been added to the site with her permission. The author fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

See more of Marcia's stories:

• 2) A ticking pillowcase
• 3) The table lifted off the floor
• 4) Thrown in the gutter
• 5) My first chocolate bar
• 6) Crisscrossed tape and heavy black curtains
• 7) I walked twelve miles a day!

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