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The Anderson Shelter

l decided to write a little poem today about when my late mom and dad told me about the time when, as a newly young married couple, they climbed out of their Anderson Shelter built in their back garden during WW2, to find their house badly damaged. The Anderson Shelter. Shards of glass and splintered wood and wardens struggling through the mud the 'all clear' wail that died away in echo's walls, we had to stay. Attuned attention we turned our ear as doodlebugs our greatest fear and clung to box in case were gassed and held our heads to measured blast. The holes in walls and roof ripped off and dust exhumed with every cough we held hands tight for what we'd see from metal tomb as we climbed free. Our home destroyed and belongings gone but no one hurt, not single one we don't look back, as days were bad we survived it all , for that we're glad.

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Date: 7/28/2017 2:54:00 PM
I was 6 when the war ended but I have vivid memories of what was going on over there!!! Unbelievable what "inhumanity" "humanity" can wreck! So sorry for your parents and so many other innocent Brits that had to endure this atrocity! Love, Jack xxx
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Jackie Elston
Date: 3/8/2020 11:09:00 AM
hi late reply i'm so sorry didn't see your comment. l like to reply to everyone l get and l''m sad when l miss any. Yes very sad times for many. it was not the 'good old days' was it :(
Date: 7/12/2017 9:57:00 AM
Excellent and profound. You have that unique skill of beating the peak. This is a wonderful stuff, always beating our expectation. Can wait to jump to your next page.
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Jackie Elston
Date: 7/12/2017 11:23:00 AM
thank you for your very kind comment. take care. Jackie