Next One’s For Us!

I can remember being in a Morrison shelter, we had a Morrison shelter, and we used to sleep in it at night. This was inside the house, the Morrison shelter was a steel framed air-raid shelter.

It went in the back room of the house. We had a terraced house with a dining room, a back room and three bedrooms, inside toilet — no bathroom — and it was put in the back downstairs room — it filled it! There were three of us in my family, I was an only child, and we slept in there. People’s lives were saved by Morrison shelters.

I’ll always remember lying there, and hearing the bomb drop, first one, then another, and another, getting nearer and nearer, and my father saying: “The next one’s for us”. But it never came, did it? I’m here to tell the tale.

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