- Contributed by
- finedonmulso
- People in story:
- Audrey Clarke (nee Else)
- Location of story:
- Lincoln, England
- Background to story:
- Civilian
- Article ID:
- A7763628
- Contributed on:
- 14 December 2005
This story has been written by Portia Stairs and Martell Whitlock of Finedon Mulso C of E Junior School on behalf of Audrey Clarke. Mrs Clarke fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
Some evenings we did fire watch. Later in the evenings, I started working at a forces canteen. I enjoyed this. One really dark evening, soldiers came in saying, “It’s a bit rough out there. They’re dropping incendiary bombs.” I had to get home and a young man came with me. When we came to my house, many wardens were there. There was a crater in part of the house. Panicking, I said “My Mum’s in there!”
“It’s all right,” they said. “You’re Mum is next door with a lady with young babies.”
Later, wardens came to tell us that we must go to a centre, as it was an unexploded bomb. We went to stay with some friends, who were able to take us in. We were in the living room the next morning around 11 am when it seemed the whole world shook and the bomb went off taking our home with it.
Later, Dad went to see and came back crying, “We’ve lost everything!” Mum was ill for a long time after that.
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