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It was about 1943, and I was about 4. We were having a family gathering at Aunt Harriet and Uncle Harry West's house, in Gloucester Rd right on the edge of town, next to a field. Suddenly we all heard the familiar sound of German bombers flying over. The engine had a differant sound to the British planes. To allay our fears, Aunt Harriet used to chant, in un ison to the bombers, WHERE we gonna drop'em, WHERE we gonna drop'em, and we children would all answer ANYWwhere but here, ANYwhere but here, and it seemed quite fun. But this time one bomber was directly overhead and frightening, and somehow we knew it was going to drop a bomb. Auntie Lottie got hysterical and grabbed Uncle Dave by the arm and screamed "Do something Dave". So Uncle Dave, in his pyjamas, got an umbrella up in one hand, and a bucket in the other, and ran round the garden shouting up "Drop'em in here Gerry" and we all relaxed a bit and laughed. Then the bomber dropped it's bomb and blew up a cow in the field next to us.

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