2-21-45 At eight-thirty five p.m., a most terrific explosion occurred. The back door burst in, the fire was blown into the room, the house shook sickeningly. We thought we had received a direct hit. We hadn’t, but this was the nearest “fall” to us, which we have had yet. Ten minutes later a second bomb fell, but not quite so close. Ted laid his head down on the table and prayed. I couldn’t pray. I’m beyond that. Personal gods have ceased to be for me.
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- World War ll London Blitz Diaries
- Barnes and Noble
- Wednesday February 21, 1945
At eight-thirty five p.m., a most terrific explosion ...
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4 comments:
Well, come on, Rusty. Where's the chow?
Po'r li'l Gizmo! He truly looks confused: It must be here somewhere!
I've never seen a woodchuck having little sips of water. Thank you for that.
He's very dainty.
Somehow they just never struck me a polite...but he sure acts it...:)JP
what a wonderful guest
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