tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post114737435925584347..comments2023-10-17T12:07:59.225+02:00Comments on Sam's Spot: Killing me SoftlySamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05943062466398436785noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-1147441549380176922006-05-12T15:45:00.000+02:002006-05-12T15:45:00.000+02:00Ah,"they grow not old as we who are left grow old....Ah,<BR/>"they grow not old as we who are left grow old..."Bernitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05264585685253812090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10560969.post-1147386974066535102006-05-12T00:36:00.000+02:002006-05-12T00:36:00.000+02:00My MIL remembers spending night in the bomb shelte...My MIL remembers spending night in the bomb shelter during the Blitz, and my hubby's Granddad was a plane spotter. Which for him, I gather, meant getting drunk on the roofs all night, but everybody contributes in their own way.<BR/><BR/>It is odd to be in a place where so many people have such clear memories of war. Not remembering hardships because of rationing or whatever, but remembering actual war--the Luftwaffe flying overhead and blackouts and stuff. But it's cool. It makes it so much more real.Staciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07969399927758009095noreply@blogger.com