by admins | Mar 6, 2013 | Archives
Terrible rumours started going around. People so crushed they couldn’t be recognised; people sitting there without a mark on them, just dead. Mothers with babies still in their arms. A man still holding his accordion… Robert Westall: Children of the Blitz:...
by admins | Mar 6, 2013 | Archives
…and there was the German bomber streaking up the river, so long and thin you could tell it was a Dornier Flying Pencil. And bursts of anti-aircraft fire, like grey balls of cotton wool growing in the sky, in clumps of four, but all miles behind the bomber....
by admins | Mar 6, 2013 | Archives
We inspected the town’s defences daily looking for improvements and making sure the crews knew their job. Best were the barrage balloons. We spent hours at Dockwray Square, staring through the railings; the balloon was like a great silver elephant, whose sides...
