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We had an air raid, the Canadians came over and bombed the radar on the Fort field, which was on, and we had bullets through the house of course. Terrified we were, terrified. I can remember getting under my mother’s bed, with her, and underneath the bed was like iron springs, it was the most silly place to go really, because if the bed had collapsed we would have been in pieces, in those days, but anyway. My father always used to sort of stand in the hall and shake like mad, because he had been in the First World War anyway so he knew what it was like.
JEAN FALLA

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