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I was ten when WW2 started.

At St. Clements School during air-raids practice, we had to go into the Church crypt and put our gas masks on, sit down on very cold slabs. It was very very creepy down there.

Later on in the war I remember going outside one evening and seeing planes going over to bomb Germany. The sky seemed full of them. We still see and keep in touch with an evacuee who came from Birmingham, but who now lives in the States.

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