Now these are similar Air-Raid Shelters to  the ones we 
had up the Gibby, we had 2 of these side by side a 20 Poplar Street, every one 
of our windows had thick tape criss crossed, to stop any blast from the bombs 
that were dropping, to prevent flying glass into our house, mainly our 
bed-rooms
" Come Billy get up " mother would shout, " Get to the 
shelter " we were well drilled, I knew what to do with-out any further 
instructions,
To this day there was one woman called Mrs. Hart, she was 
young, pretty, and I don't know why, but I always believed she was a nurse, 
nobody ever told me she was one, it was just in my mind, she always took the 
stance between the door of the shelter and the Baffle Wa ( Wall ), and shouted  
" Heads Down ", Heads Between your knee's " " Relax " everyone obeyed with-out 
question, her eyes never left the skies, she watched every plane, and knew the 
difference between ours and the Germans, how I don't know, all I do know, she 
was my hero.
Now we had lots of air-raids in Greenock, it seamed part 
of life, we went to town shopping, gas masks over our shoulder, I was grown up, 
I didn't have a Mickey Mouse Gas Mask, like some children had, yes I was a 
man.
This bit I will never understand, on the morning after 
each raid, me and my pals would meet at the corner of East Street & Poplar 
St. and set off looking for shrapnel, can you believe it, we would hunt all over 
the Gibby, and were proud to display pieces we found
! ALERT !!! a German Pilot parachuted behind Donnie's 
Farm, from his burning plane, all the boys & girls went hunting for this 
German, can you believe it, it's true, it was only a rumor, but what if it was 
true, we never thought what we would do if we had found a German, but rumors 
were rife,  a spy was spotted looking from the hill at Donnie's looking down on 
Poplar St, " Lets go and get him " we were all mad I suppose, but our parents 
had other important things on their minds, 

 
Brilliant stuff, Billy. Born in 1947 I luckily missed your war experiences. I do remember the brick walls of the air raid shelter in Cobham Street in my Granny's back yard. Also some houses were bombed right by her close on Fir Street. I remember playing in the "bombed buildings." The walls were only a few feet high. Even ran around with an gas mask on. Little did I know of the horrors I escaped from -- coming into the world after the war. Keep the stories coming.
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