Echoes of My Footsteps

It was a chilly September night in 1940 when we first heard the air raid siren begin its wailing warning of another air raid by German bombers. The sound of aircraft engines was getting closer and louder. My mother wrapped me in a blanket and took me down to our garden air raid shelter. I could see the search lights sweeping the sky seeking the bombers whose intent was to destroy London. I could hear the guns on the English coast firing at the German bombers. So it was decided that I was to...