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My name is Greta Patterson I was at dance in Heather St. in a chapel. I was dancing away when the music was suddenly cut off and everybody was told to be quiet and listen. So we listened and we all heard something we didn’t want to hear - it was a siren. Everybody started to panic all of us there were quite young and we hadn’t got our parents with us. Everybody got out ok and a kind nice gentleman walked me home. To see if I was ok his name was Jim Star. When I got home my mum was frantic after about half an hour the bombing began it was a horrible feeling and sound. There was a bomb near by and we had no air raid shelter at the end of the street so we had to stay at home. The glass shattered from the bomb vibrations and my legs were ripped to pieces. The next day I found out that my aunt had lost her brother and her children. On the radio it said that an air raid shelter had been bombed in the Lower Shankill road. I meet Jim again three months after that and found out that all his family was killed in the bombed air raid shelter. I also worked in an ammunition factory making 8mm shells for the guns. I remember when the bombs came down half of the shipyard came down too. There was an air craft carrier in the docks at the time The Germans bombed it too.

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