I remember like it was yesterday. The screaming. The cries. All of it. Never in my life have I experienced something more traumatic than this…
As I dragged myself back from an awful day at school, which left a result of bruises on my ankle, I saw through our window, Mother, staring right past me. When I came, I asked if everything was alright, and that’s when I remembered how she was still haunted by Chamberlain’s announcement. Suddenly, a dreadful screech pierced my ears. “Hurry! To the shelter!”, Father called. I ran- Thinking Mother was behind me. Unfortunately, she wasn’t…
“Tom get to a shelter quick and take John to a safe place and stay close do not leave each other, leave us and save your self” the screeching sound of sirens still ring in my ears and the faint smile of my parents slowly fading, but I had no choice but to do as They said. Although my eyes were watering I had to hide the truth, the cruel mean truth, from my younger brother John. My cheeks still burn from ashes. We got to the nearest station and decided to stay there the night, even though we had no where to stay and didn’t have a choice. Ther wa sapsalutely ni where to lie, rest our heads or even just sit down. Then at that Verny moment I felt the station shake and after it followed with a crash and a thud. I knew that was the day I saw my parents.
GET TO THE SHELTER!
We ran like a demon was chasing us, we ran as if flames were licking our feet, we were unstoppable nothing could stop us. The bombs dropped like rain. The shelter was a few steps away. Rubble invading our feet, we saw the city I once lived in on fire …it was buried like a secret city under the ocean. Memories raced past like an action movie. As we ran into the shelter I turned to see my house swallowed by flames and a tear welled up in my eyes, as the door of the shelter swung closed.
Rain started plunging down from the clouds as we watched through the blackout curtains. “Get out from there!” Mother said. She was concerned that a bomb would hit our town and kill us instantly. “I’M SOOO BORED!” Peter moaned in a whiny voice. “We could play Rook if you want to?” Mary suggested. She was the oldest, and the peace-keeper of the house. “Bad idea,” I said. “Remember last time?” “It won’t happen again. Will it Peter?” Dad said. Peter grinned. “Bring the deck of ca…” Before he could finish his sentence, the house shook rapidly. “GET TO THE SHELTER!!!!”
Hurtling through the smog, the wailing of the siren shatters my hope like glass plummeting onto a wall of jagged rocks. I glance around; all my eyes see is a blur of destruction. The shelter is too far away, and although I would like to be more optimistic I know we are too late. The smoke and fire is getting so much worse. Mother is up ahead with bob clinging close to her chest. I am nothing to her and I never will be. This is my time to go and join father in the sky. Goodbye life. Goodbye Hitler.
I heard the word I feared would come, get to the shelter father installed a big shelter I don’t know what its called but boy is it cosy. With big mats so we could sleep inside mother hated going in but I loved it I always was in it. I like when it rains on the shelter because it makes some weird metallic sound but it annoys her the most. But the air raid warden is a bit of a grumpy fella always at me see if I make any trouble. But not now not here but after war.
“She’s not going to make it.”The doctors keep on saying. But every time they say those words a flashback plays in the back of my mind and the pain throbs more than ever. It was world war two and we gazed at the window to see if there had been any attacks. For 36 days we had managed to survive ‘The Blitz’ and we hoped that it would soon be 37. We fixed our eyes on the soaring planes above and suddenly my parents shrieked, pulling me and my siblings into their arms. We charged outside and passed the scarlet demons, “Get to the shelter!” Mother yelped. After that the doctors said she wasn’t going to make it, she was just too late to reach the shelter. The murderous flames had striked before anyone could save her.
Get to the shelter was all I could hear,
Deafening shouts in my ears,
My hatrid for the Germans still is strong,
I know what they’re doing is very wrong.
Get to the shelter was all I could hear,
I remember the day extremely clear,
The day my life turned upside down,
I remember my frown.
Get to the shelter, the last things I hear,
I knew this would happen, it’s my biggest fear,
I should’ve evacuated when I had my chance,
Seeing the heavy bombs is my last glance,
All this because i didn’t got to the shelter…
It’s just chance.
A deafening howl filled the air.” Get to the shelter “! I heard father’s booming voice say. I could already see flames up ahead, licking at the rubble and roaring like a lion , defending its kill. I know the planes are heading straight for us, but I don’t know where to run. I can barely see mother and father. I knew we shouldn’t have come to Trafalgar Square. Suddenly, the howling ceased to a stop and flames shot up immediately from a nearby building. One of the German fire-bombs had destroyed the air-raid sirens. They’ll pay for that.
Whirring above my head, tormenting me. Telling me I was going to get hit. They were swarming above the church, I had to move, and quickly… I pulled my gas mask off the hook where it hung, I could now here the wailing and panick outside. If I could get to the station before they dropped I knew it would be ok. I flung open the door.
Skywards it was only searchlights,planes and barrage balloons. Bombs hurtled to the floor leaving destruction in their wake, billowing smoke floated over London like a ghost. I dogged the misieles and debris. I was there…
“ Quick, run, get to the shelter. “ I remember it like yesterday the manic rush to the tube station and last dash down the stairs. It was so terrifying I was frozen in shock until finally the soothing voice of mother woke me from my distant world.
The bombs must of been falling like tears from my eyes as later on Mr Chamberlain announced over 150 innocent lives were killed last night in the unforgivable attack of the German Luftwaffe planes so we will have our revenge. I tried to ignore the throbbing in my heart but I knew it would never go away.
Waking up, I checked the news on my iPhone L. Germany at War with Britain. The news wasn’t great, but with the new Amazon Echo, the Echo War, we could stay safe. We just had to say ‘Alexa, war,’ and the house would become a shelter for protection during a raid. As soon as I started down the stairs, an air raid siren went off. The war protocol was enhanced. But instead of keeping us safe, the house went into deadlock. My eyes scanned the room, and then I saw it. On the Echo instructions, was written, ‘Made in Germany.’
I remember like it was yesterday. The screaming. The cries. All of it. Never in my life have I experienced something more traumatic than this…
As I dragged myself back from an awful day at school, which left a result of bruises on my ankle, I saw through our window, Mother, staring right past me. When I came, I asked if everything was alright, and that’s when I remembered how she was still haunted by Chamberlain’s announcement. Suddenly, a dreadful screech pierced my ears. “Hurry! To the shelter!”, Father called. I ran- Thinking Mother was behind me. Unfortunately, she wasn’t…
“Tom get to a shelter quick and take John to a safe place and stay close do not leave each other, leave us and save your self” the screeching sound of sirens still ring in my ears and the faint smile of my parents slowly fading, but I had no choice but to do as They said. Although my eyes were watering I had to hide the truth, the cruel mean truth, from my younger brother John. My cheeks still burn from ashes. We got to the nearest station and decided to stay there the night, even though we had no where to stay and didn’t have a choice. Ther wa sapsalutely ni where to lie, rest our heads or even just sit down. Then at that Verny moment I felt the station shake and after it followed with a crash and a thud. I knew that was the day I saw my parents.
GET TO THE SHELTER!
We ran like a demon was chasing us, we ran as if flames were licking our feet, we were unstoppable nothing could stop us. The bombs dropped like rain. The shelter was a few steps away. Rubble invading our feet, we saw the city I once lived in on fire …it was buried like a secret city under the ocean. Memories raced past like an action movie. As we ran into the shelter I turned to see my house swallowed by flames and a tear welled up in my eyes, as the door of the shelter swung closed.
Rain started plunging down from the clouds as we watched through the blackout curtains. “Get out from there!” Mother said. She was concerned that a bomb would hit our town and kill us instantly. “I’M SOOO BORED!” Peter moaned in a whiny voice. “We could play Rook if you want to?” Mary suggested. She was the oldest, and the peace-keeper of the house. “Bad idea,” I said. “Remember last time?” “It won’t happen again. Will it Peter?” Dad said. Peter grinned. “Bring the deck of ca…” Before he could finish his sentence, the house shook rapidly. “GET TO THE SHELTER!!!!”
Hurtling through the smog, the wailing of the siren shatters my hope like glass plummeting onto a wall of jagged rocks. I glance around; all my eyes see is a blur of destruction. The shelter is too far away, and although I would like to be more optimistic I know we are too late. The smoke and fire is getting so much worse. Mother is up ahead with bob clinging close to her chest. I am nothing to her and I never will be. This is my time to go and join father in the sky. Goodbye life. Goodbye Hitler.
I heard the word I feared would come, get to the shelter father installed a big shelter I don’t know what its called but boy is it cosy. With big mats so we could sleep inside mother hated going in but I loved it I always was in it. I like when it rains on the shelter because it makes some weird metallic sound but it annoys her the most. But the air raid warden is a bit of a grumpy fella always at me see if I make any trouble. But not now not here but after war.
“She’s not going to make it.”The doctors keep on saying. But every time they say those words a flashback plays in the back of my mind and the pain throbs more than ever. It was world war two and we gazed at the window to see if there had been any attacks. For 36 days we had managed to survive ‘The Blitz’ and we hoped that it would soon be 37. We fixed our eyes on the soaring planes above and suddenly my parents shrieked, pulling me and my siblings into their arms. We charged outside and passed the scarlet demons, “Get to the shelter!” Mother yelped. After that the doctors said she wasn’t going to make it, she was just too late to reach the shelter. The murderous flames had striked before anyone could save her.
Get to the shelter was all I could hear,
Deafening shouts in my ears,
My hatrid for the Germans still is strong,
I know what they’re doing is very wrong.
Get to the shelter was all I could hear,
I remember the day extremely clear,
The day my life turned upside down,
I remember my frown.
Get to the shelter, the last things I hear,
I knew this would happen, it’s my biggest fear,
I should’ve evacuated when I had my chance,
Seeing the heavy bombs is my last glance,
All this because i didn’t got to the shelter…
It’s just chance.
A deafening howl filled the air.” Get to the shelter “! I heard father’s booming voice say. I could already see flames up ahead, licking at the rubble and roaring like a lion , defending its kill. I know the planes are heading straight for us, but I don’t know where to run. I can barely see mother and father. I knew we shouldn’t have come to Trafalgar Square. Suddenly, the howling ceased to a stop and flames shot up immediately from a nearby building. One of the German fire-bombs had destroyed the air-raid sirens. They’ll pay for that.
Whirring above my head, tormenting me. Telling me I was going to get hit. They were swarming above the church, I had to move, and quickly… I pulled my gas mask off the hook where it hung, I could now here the wailing and panick outside. If I could get to the station before they dropped I knew it would be ok. I flung open the door.
Skywards it was only searchlights,planes and barrage balloons. Bombs hurtled to the floor leaving destruction in their wake, billowing smoke floated over London like a ghost. I dogged the misieles and debris. I was there…
“ Quick, run, get to the shelter. “ I remember it like yesterday the manic rush to the tube station and last dash down the stairs. It was so terrifying I was frozen in shock until finally the soothing voice of mother woke me from my distant world.
The bombs must of been falling like tears from my eyes as later on Mr Chamberlain announced over 150 innocent lives were killed last night in the unforgivable attack of the German Luftwaffe planes so we will have our revenge. I tried to ignore the throbbing in my heart but I knew it would never go away.
Waking up, I checked the news on my iPhone L. Germany at War with Britain. The news wasn’t great, but with the new Amazon Echo, the Echo War, we could stay safe. We just had to say ‘Alexa, war,’ and the house would become a shelter for protection during a raid. As soon as I started down the stairs, an air raid siren went off. The war protocol was enhanced. But instead of keeping us safe, the house went into deadlock. My eyes scanned the room, and then I saw it. On the Echo instructions, was written, ‘Made in Germany.’