They nearly called it quits!
Hey Blog Guy? I saw an interesting Reuters story yesterday about people in London putting on period outfits and heading to the air raid shelters for evenings of Blitz nostalgia. You know the Blitz, when Hitler’s Luftwaffe bombers terrorized London.
Indeed I do. My father was in London during the Blitz.
Really! Where was he living?
Was that nice?
No, in those days it was the pits.
Your dad was at the Ritz in the Blitz but it was the pits?
Yeah. They took some bad hits.
What a nightmare!
Yes. For months he had fits.
How did they even get through all that?
Living by their wits.
Were there ANY happy moments?
Only one. To this day, Dad remembers going to a USO dance and meeting a raven-haired beauty. She had gorgeous…
Blog Guy! Stop! You can’t use language like that here!
Huh? She had gorgeous eyes.
Left: An undated handout photograph, released November 24, 2004, shows Animal Rescue Squad Superintendent Bill Barnet with his search and rescue dog Beauty, who was awarded the PDSA (People’s Dispensary for Sick Animals) Dickin Medal – the animal equivalent of the Victoria Cross – for her work locating people and pets in the rubble of the Blitz in London during the Second World War.
Right: Guests dance at Blitz Party in east London, June 6, 2009. REUTERS/Nick Cunard/Handout