Quiet, deadly quiet . The streets were a ghost town , houses remained dark and the oncoming storm was about to crash into London. Suddenly the excoriating sound of the siren went off and myself and my parents quickly dashed out of the house in a flash like Lightning. I was only 12 at the time but I knew it was Hitler he was finally here.
Crash! Boom! Bombs dropped every minute I know this because I counted. The bombardment go heavier and heavier and soon we knew that London would never heal from likes of a vicious tyrant like Hitler. Crash! Boom! I asked mum
" when will this bombardment end" she sighed with upset
" I really don't know dear"
Dad said nothing.
We thought the bombardment had ended when their were no more sounds of death nd destruction but sigh we were so wrong. this horrific act lasted for 2 more hours and when we finally came out of the shelter we found nothing our whole street had been obliterated by Hitler.
Mum cried , I cried and then after 3 hours of silence my dad said " I am going to sign up" Both mum and I were in shock that my dad wanted to go to war and leave us behind with nothing.