We sat in our air raid shelter, listening to the planes drone overhead, the sirens screaming, and bombs whistling down. Terrifying. Carried gas masks to school. I remember stopping at the corner of our road after school wondering what I would do if I turned the corner, and our house was gone, bombed like so many others. Had an aunt and uncle with three sons, who were "bombed out" of their home three times, lost everything. The Red Cross helped them collect furniture, clothing and found them a place to live each time. My aunt died at 46 from cancer. I still think it was from the stress.