![]() These shelters were like a little cave in the back lawn that everyone’s Dad had dug out and lined with Government-issue corrugated iron, replanting the piece of lawn on its roof. I’d lie on the top bunk in our shelter, listening to my mother reading to my little brother and me by candlelight. There was an anti-aircraft post at the end of our road firing at the German planes that were dropping bombs overhead, and we spent a lot of nights in the family air-raid shelter. ![]() ![]() This was just four years before World War II broke out, and by the time I started going to school, life had become very noisy. I was born into the peaceful green countryside of Buckinghamshire, in England, in 1935. Margery Gill’s cover on this 1970 edition shows the typical backyard bomb shelter. ![]() My novel Dawn of Fear is an account of my wartime childhood. Click on any graphic image to see a larger view. ![]()
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