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I remember the blackouts — everything was dark, you’d go up the road and you couldn’t see a thing! My poor old next door neighbour, he went to work one night and it was foggy and dark, and the next minute he’d come back home he’d walked all around the green outside our houses, and instead of going back to the station he’d gone all the way round and ended up at his house. He just had to call them and explain that he couldn’t get there.

This story was submitted to the People’s War site by Becky Barugh of the 91�ȱ� Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Doris Saunders and has been added to the site with her permission. Mrs Saunders fully understands the site's terms and conditions.

See more of Doris's stories:

• We weren’t prepared for war at all
• They’d all just started, like me
• That’s how we crossed paths
• You heard the “swish” of the rocket just before it landed on the house
• All you could see was his eyes
• You’d see a queue and just jump on the end
• Climbing trees and fences
• We took notice that time!
• We had some fun with ‘em
• It was lucky I’d already got married

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