Born in 1934, five years before the war,I watched them string up
barbed wire and build pillboxes along the shore .I saw grey inflated
barrage ballons float like elephants in the sky. I watched the planes
that dropped the bombs, I heard wives and mothers cry. Everything
was rationed, the tea, the cheese, the meat. Even the clothes upon
my back, the shoes upon my feet. The enemy planes flew over, screaming
birds of prey. They bombed us in our beds, at work, they bombed
us night and day. An unexploded land mine lay at the corner of our
street, a fire raged at the old Co-op, that made our nightmare complete.
What little provisions the area had were lost to us that day, all
we could do was to cry and shout, some knealt down to pray.
We were evacuated to the Minerís Hall and from there to friends
we knew, with nothing but a night-shirt on, my legs and feet were
blue. Relatives heard of our plight and they opened up their door.
The young slept on a sofa, I slept with the dog, upon the floor.
And so I passed the war years until the Spring of Ď45, things started
to get better, I knew I would survive.