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The Siren

I was only seven then, it had snowed all night, there was at least a foot of new snow on the ground making it almost three feet of snow so far for the season. One of the coldest winter in years.
I was on my way to school, walking ankle deep in snow when the first air raid warning siren came on, it was a frightful sound, I saw people running in all directions to the nearest shelters for protection.
I was scared and confused, I didn't know what to do, I decided to run back home but some kids kept running by me and yelling at me "Come on!" It was closer to school so that's where I ran too.
The shelter at school was a big basement, were they also stored some school equipment, if a bomb would
hit the school building we all would be buried alive in the basement.
After one hour the air raid siren where sounding that
the raid was over and it was safe to leave the shelter. Luckily there was nothing bombed within our area.
We only spend halve a day in school, but we got more home work.
Life was never the same, it was the beginning of almost daily hearing the hair raising sirens,
it brought a lot of fear and tragedy.


Erich J.Goller
Copyright 2009



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