It was an isolation hospital, with wards well separated, and open space in between. A delayed action bomb fell close enough to my ward that it was decided that we should be moved to another, even during the raid. I remember being carried by a soldier, and the glow in the sky from the fires in the City center. Suddenly we both heard the 'whoosh' of a bomb actually falling and we quickly dived under a bush, and he sheltered me with his body before we continued to the new ward. With the typical resilience of children, I went back to sleep again, and in the morning we discovered that the nearest ward to our new one had suffered a direct hit, and I remember the twisted roof girders with no other roof covering left.
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John Richardson
July 1997