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I was 4 years old when W.W.2 was declared and I remember that at some point in time after this a pile of assorted curved and flat pieces of corrugated iron arrived in our garden. My dad dug a large hole at the bottom of our back garden and assembled this iron into an air raid shelter. The top was covered with earth and turf, but even so it was very cold and usually either damp or flooded. Nevertheless we had to sleep there, but my sister and I thought it great fun. Behind our back garden fence was the main rail link between the Channel Ports and Woolwich Arsenal so we had more than our fair share of bombs. Several houses in our street and the street opposite were hit and severely damaged but we managed to escape with a few broken windows. Our great escape was when one night a large parachute mine landed on a piece of waste ground adjacent to our garden. We heard a Swish, Swish, Swishing sound and a THUD.If this had exploded I would not be telling this story. We were evacuated to a large pub across the other side of the railway line.All I remember of this time (in the Pub) was standing on a table in the middle of the room and singing "Run Rabbit Run" A very brave Naval Officer de-fused this monster and we were able to return to our homes within a day or two

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