Doodlebug

my father, george minns came home early from work one day, the table was set for tea. He went to the back door to look into the garden and saw a doodlebug heading straight for their house - no noise, just gliding in. He grabbed my grandmother and uncle and threw them under the stairs as the bomb hit the house next door. I remember he told me that he saw the cat fly past where they were sheltering never to be seen again closely followed by the chickens who never laid again. The tea on the table was found wrapped up in the tablecloth inside the china cupboard. The house was destroyed but they were safe and only because my dad came home from work early and looked out of the back door.

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