1967. I remember it as a kid. It was a normal storm with the odd lightening and rain at first. I was in bed asleep and a boom and shaking like bombs going off woke me up. My mother came into my room crying thinking the bombers can come over again. Then it hit me what the whole population must have gone through, and the terror they felt as they heard the planes engines above and loud explosions around them. It was like being in an air raid - the closest I will get to experience it.
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