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This is a story about the wisdom of animals.

I was two when war broke out -- eight when it ended. I lived with my family in the Medway Towns -- my father was just back from India. We had moved all over the place -- Portsmouth, Harwich, Liverpool -- but we ended up in Kent.

I remember one incident when we were in Plumstead, South London. There was an air-raid. During raids we were told to climb under specially constructed iron tables in our homes -- they were about eight foot long, and three foot high. I always remember that our family dog had climbed into it long before we heard the siren. I now realise why -- the animal's ears were more finely tuned to the ultrasound of the German bombers' radar.

Bombings were part of life. Yes, I did feel fear. It was frightening. Yes, it was a relief when it was all over.

THIS STORY WAS ENTERED BY JOHN YOUNG OF ÃÛÑ¿´«Ã½ SOUTH EAST TODAY, ON BEHALF OF DENZIL RODEN. MR RODEN UNDERSTANDS THE SITE'S TERMS AND CONDITIONS.

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