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I remember my mother telling my father, when he came home from work that she had been listening to the news and hearing that “we were at war”. It was a warm day and the window was often open. When she got up, she saw that six or more people listening also!

We lived in the country between Bristol and Bath, and I remember my father showing us the bright lights of Bristol on fire after the bombing.

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