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    I was born in 1939 BC.
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Archive for May 8th, 2020

A faded memory.

Posted by Big John on May 8, 2020

Today is the 75th anniversary of ‘VE Day’ (Victory in Europe). I was there, although I don’t remember much about it, as I was only six years old at the time.

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However, I do have a few memories of those war years, such as the wail of air raid warning sirens, the boom of anti-aircraft guns, searchlights sweeping the skies, the drone of German V1 missiles and the question “Is it one of ours ?” whenever the sound of an aircraft engine was heard overhead. It was all part of everyday life for me; although I was a little too young to have experienced much of the fear that older children must have felt.

I have a vague memory of people celebrating and of a large bonfire burning across the street from our bomb damaged house. The fire was on an area of ruins and rubble where, once had stood ten families’ homes.

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