In 1939 the government evacuated a million and a half people from London to the countryside in an attempt to keep them safe from the bombing raids that everyone believed was coming. I think they had run out of money for the bus and train fares by the time they thought about evacuating our area because we never got to hear anything about it. By the following summer, next to nothing had happened and life went on pretty much as normal. The Germans seemed to be intent on destroying our coastal defences and airfields so they left us alone, more or less. Because of this, people became apathetic and thousands of evacuees who had been sent away for their own safety, managed to return home just in time for the bombing. In August a few German planes got lost and dropped their bombs on London instead of their intended targets. This pissed Mr Churchill right off, so he sent the RAF to bomb Berlin. This pissed off Hitler even more, so he decided to spend the next nine months dropping thousands of tons of explosives on London; especially the East End, where we lived. The Germans called it the Blitzkrieg but we shortened it to, the Blitz because it was easier to say and we wouldn’t sound like we were speaking German if we used the word in public.
Mr Churchill made a speech to the country saying, ‘I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.’ Fritz’s mum, an Irish woman who hated Mr Churchill, said that wasn’t good enough as she gave all of those things every day of her life but she didn’t expect to become Prime Minister. She said we should get that nice Mr Chamberlain back, give Churchill a two-fingered salute and send him over to Ireland to explain himself. Continue reading