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I was six when the war broke out -- our family home was in Hurstpierpoint in West Sussex. But this story is about what happened to my sister Christine, who was four and a half years older than me.

She was a Land Girl, helping out in the fields -- so many men had gone to fight that all help was needed. I remember that she had been hoeing an onion patch. The next day, she came home to tell us that an incendiary bomb had landed on the patch itself, causing a terrible fire that destroyed it altogether.

She was very cross about it -- frightened, even, to think what might have happened if she had been there. I have to admit, though, that I found the whole thing rather funny! Compared to what was happening elsewhere, though, we got off lightly.

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