Week 19 Air Raid By Aidan

As I walked around the corner to buy bread at the bakery I noticed that it was closed. Although it was Saturday nothing was opened I thought. Suddenly sirens rang through the town and there was commotion as parents picked up their kids and ran to the bomb shelter – it was an air raid.

I could hear the roaring sound of the Luftwaffe’s propellers while screaming in horror as robust buildings crumbled to rubble. The Germans had a habit of attacking when it was unexpected. Hostile soldiers ran through the streets hauling rocket launchers on their shoulders. I leaped into the bomb shelter where I felt a cold hand grab my shirt…