- Contributed by
- ateamwar
- People in story:
- Patricia Webb nee Connolly
- Location of story:
- Liverpool
- Background to story:
- Civilian
- Article ID:
- A4283525
- Contributed on:
- 27 June 2005
In 1940/41, when I was about 14 or 15, I was working at Hunts Cross Station kiosk, selling newspapers, sweets and tobacco for W H Smith. One day when the sirens went off, I shut the kiosk shutters, locked everywhere up, got on my bike and rode along Speke Road, past Woolton Golf Course, to get home. As I passed the golf course I could hear machine guns going off from a plane overhead and I thought “they have got me”! When I got home, I threw my bike in the shed and went down to the cellar to my mum and sisters and told them what had happened.
We later found out it wasn’t me they were firing at but a bus, with workers on it, going to the ammunition factory in Speke.
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