Wednesday 13th July 1940
Hello, my name is Victoria. The war is not helping me and my family’s condition because my younger brother, Edward, has breathing issues. Being in the Anderson shelter is making it worse.
This morning was our first sign of hope. The women’s services came around and offered us a cup of tea and a cosy warm blanket each. Edward smiled with joy and because he smiled it made me, my mum and my dad smile too. That was a moment of hope but none of us knew that that moment would end very soon. After we finished our tea the all clear siren came on.
We were all a bit hesitant to go out but the adrenaline rush made us all want to see the damage. We knew the house was no longer standing because last night we heard a bomb drop right outside the shelter. But we all needed to see what we could rescue from the wreckage. I was the first out to see the devastation. Then my mother then dad came out holding Edward. I jumped and covered Edward’s eyes so he did not have to witness the horror, tragedy and overall terror of the street!
Smoke still lingered in the air. I could hear babies crying, children screaming, air raid wardens shouting. It was true chaos. I could sense the panic. Our, once beautiful garden ruined by shards of glass splinters of wood scattered everywhere and all that was left of our beloved home was a skeleton, of not just a house but a home.
After about ten minutes we decided to go rummaging. I was scared to take my hand away from Edwards face but mum’s smile assured me it was ok. I gradually walked towards the wreckage. When I got there I caught sight of my old bunny toy and fell to my knees. Then I bawled my eyes out for five minutes before my parents came and sat down next to me. Edward crawled out of dads arms and hugged me. We were together.