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I lived in London during most of the second world war, which was not a pleasant place to be. Every night we used to go to bed in our deep dug Anderson shelter situated in the garden, but we were awoken many times with the sound of bombs going off all around. You never knew what you would find the next morning. On one occassion half of the road running off the one we lived in had been demolished during the night. It was rather depressing as we knew most of the people who lived there.
One morning we were told to evacuate our homes as a German land mine had been dropped by parachute and it had got caught around a chimney stack along the road, it looked quite scary hanging there, and we realised just how lucky we had been

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