... mines littered all routes to freedom, so we stayed, waiting. We were stranded in our own town, like sitting ducks, waiting to be blown out of the water. Some brave volunteers manned the only defences we had against the advanced technology and guided missiles of the enemy. The light bofors and small 'ack ack' guns provided no protection but somehow, they made us feel safer. The attack was inevitable; we raced for cover in our cold, dark cellars as huge shining aeroplanes blew our world apart. A feeling of despair and loss came over us as our town crumbled over our heads from the unstoppable force of the enemy. From my uncomfortable hiding place, I could feel the vibration of every explosion as it blew a building apart. A child started whimpering in the corner, as a close one sent streams of crumbled plaster onto our heads. Eventually the explosions subsided and ...

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