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This story was submitted to the WW2 People’s War Website by the London Borough of Harrow Housebound Library Service on behalf of Mrs Lilian Walker, and has been added with her permission.

When the war started, my mother decided she would look after my two small boys and I could do war work. But after some time she found this too much. We had been evacuated to the North, but as my husband was only going to be away one night in three on A.R.P. (Air Raid Precaution) duty, he being too old to be called up for active service at that time, we came to live on the Bovingdon border, adjoining Flaunden. One lovely afternoon, I was standing in the front garden of the bungalow with my two children and two girl friends with their two children when we heard the chug-chug of a flying bomb. We shouted to the children to lie down, but when the bomb was in sight we realized it was going to drop further on. Actually it went on about a mile and a half and landed in the garden of a bungalow, and some windows were blown in. The lady there had just had a perm, and her hair was full of glass.
Another morning I heard the chug-chug again and saw a flying bomb travelling much higher up and heading in the opposite direction, so I felt there was no danger to myself or my four-year-old son. I thought I should train him to lie down, but he said “I will when you do”!

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