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My wife Hazel, reckons I should have put more detail's in
the first part, so back in time we go.
Our shelter was not alway's a nice place you see the base
was concrete and down below the garden level so when it
rained the base filled up. We had to jump in and pump it
out,I was to young but my brother was two years older and
had to do a turn pumping. We had bed's in there and the
mattress and blankets were usually damp.
Night time was worse as you could not see what area was
getting bombed but daytime you could see where the area was
for the shell's were exploding, that's when the nieghbours
gathered in the street watching and chatting. During the
last couple of years of the war we watched in the early
evening hundred's of allied bomber's heading to Germany,
they were so low you could see all their marking's and the
noise was so loud it vibrated the houses.We knew what the
Germans were going to get as we have had it for a few
year's.
At the weekend's the Army Bands used to march around the
suburb's lifting the morale of the people, we tried to
watch as often as we could. I still love the Army Band's
specially the Scot's and their bagpipes.
I had tree uncle's in the war, one was in the RAF stationed
outside London, he survived .
The second was in the Navy and had his ship blown out under
him. He lost both leg's and some of his stomach, he was in
and out of hospital for year's, he died in 1977.
The third was fighting the Jap's in Burma and the air
drop's consisted mainly ammunition so they had to eat what
ever they could.At the end of the war he had to pay his own
fare back to Blighty, my aunt never forgave the Government
for that.
My wife had one uncle who was in the Eighth Army fighting
at Torbruk, he survived.
I am now rambling on so I will leave , it is hard typing
left handed.
the first part, so back in time we go.
Our shelter was not alway's a nice place you see the base
was concrete and down below the garden level so when it
rained the base filled up. We had to jump in and pump it
out,I was to young but my brother was two years older and
had to do a turn pumping. We had bed's in there and the
mattress and blankets were usually damp.
Night time was worse as you could not see what area was
getting bombed but daytime you could see where the area was
for the shell's were exploding, that's when the nieghbours
gathered in the street watching and chatting. During the
last couple of years of the war we watched in the early
evening hundred's of allied bomber's heading to Germany,
they were so low you could see all their marking's and the
noise was so loud it vibrated the houses.We knew what the
Germans were going to get as we have had it for a few
year's.
At the weekend's the Army Bands used to march around the
suburb's lifting the morale of the people, we tried to
watch as often as we could. I still love the Army Band's
specially the Scot's and their bagpipes.
I had tree uncle's in the war, one was in the RAF stationed
outside London, he survived .
The second was in the Navy and had his ship blown out under
him. He lost both leg's and some of his stomach, he was in
and out of hospital for year's, he died in 1977.
The third was fighting the Jap's in Burma and the air
drop's consisted mainly ammunition so they had to eat what
ever they could.At the end of the war he had to pay his own
fare back to Blighty, my aunt never forgave the Government
for that.
My wife had one uncle who was in the Eighth Army fighting
at Torbruk, he survived.
I am now rambling on so I will leave , it is hard typing
left handed.
very cool London or well you know! 
