The Blitz

In the city of London I’m sheltering in a little closet, covering my hands over my head. I can hear the sound of the sirens going louder and quieter, like a rollercoaster. I feel petrified and shaky like an earth quake, as I see the German planes hovering over.

I can hear delicate whistle as the bomb falls down like a meteor.  Also the sound of exploding bomb, like a tribe of elephants stomping, hoping I won’t die.

I can smell the burning and bitter fire crackling away like a bunch of children. I can hear the siren once again telling that it’s clear, but when I step outside the city is in a shambles.

Billy Jayne (Class 4)