Thursday, August 15, 2013

Aug

15

1943

Time to relax as bombers are heard overhead

As I lay in bed the other night I heard the Deep Purr of our bombers winging their way to Hamburg… This is a comfortable feeling. I turned lazily in bed and glowed at the thought, going back in my mind to those awful months when to hear that noise overhead was to know the Germans were going to pour death and destruction on us. It meant in those days a readjustment of the mind to the fact that this might be one’s last night on earth — or that by the morning one might be homeless and possessionless.