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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