>> My ole mum was in her top-floor council flat with her 4 babies when Jerry
>> dropped a firebomb on it, which bounced off the roof and set the nearby school
>> alight.
What did you did, or what happened to you in, the war was a conversation point for a generation.
Around 1980 I was twentyish working in London. From time to time my maternal Uncle, a senior engineer in GPO Telephones by then approaching retirement, was attending courses there. Now and then when he was in London we'd meet for a meal or a drink.
On one such occasion he'd politely said to a colleague he was meeting his nephew and would colleague like to come along. Counterintuitively, colleague said yes.
The two of them, men in their late fifties, remembering the japes they'd got up to at 21 in the RAF was hugely entertaining. I was made to promise not to tell my Mother a word of it!!
Two work colleagues at the time, one of whom was an SEO in the Civil Service who'd been NCO in the Army on war service the other a typist who'd been in the the women's forces recognised they'd met in Brussels c1945.
On another occasion Mrs B's mother's cousin told tales of dealing with incendiaries in Harborne during the blitz.
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