I think of myself as a War Child as I was less than two years old when the war began.
I still remember the 'grown-ups' talking about the possibility of war. My anger at our Government for not going to the rescue of Hungary and my disappointment when I didn't hear gunfire when war on Germany was declared, after their invasion of Poland.
I have so many memories, as all of us children do. They upset me more now than they did then. I was not scared then, as War was the only life I knew.
The outdoor (Anderson) shelters the indoor (Morrison) shelters,the barrage balloons, the search lights, etc. etc.
Last night I wrote the following:
When I was a small child Ack-Ack guns and search lights criss-crossed our night skies with their noise and light, searching ever searching.
The anti-aircraft (ack-ack) guns sent silver like beads of death toward any enemy planes seen, with the help of the sweeping streaks of the search lights. As they swayed back and forth across the velvet night sky, their streams of light crisscrossing each other, swaying and crossing in some kind of macabre dance. Light swatches from the horizon to the great beyond.
Our nightly eyes against the threat of German bombers dropping their deadly cargo on us, as we slept.
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