After breakfast I strolled out into t-place. It ill,  like  t of great black bombers came o be bang overhead.

    t moment I  t, if you’d o be teresting instance of ioned reflex. Because ion of mistake—le of a bomb. I  y years, but I didn’t need to be told   taking any kind of t I did t thing. I flung myself on my face.

    After all I’m glad you didn’t see me. I don’t suppose I looked dignified. I tened out on t like a rat ed so quickly t in t second o be afraid t it ake and I’d made a fool of myself for nothing.

    But t moment—ah!

    BOOM-BRRRRR!

    A noise like t, and ton of coal falling on to a s of tin. t o kind of melt into t. ‘It’s started,’ I t. ‘I kne! Old ler didn’t . Just sent  warning.’

    And yet  aop to toe, I ime to t t ting of a big projectile.  does it sound like? It’s o say, because ing metal. You seem to see great ss of iron bursting open. But t gives you of being suddenly s reality. It’s like being er over you. You’re suddenly dragged out of your dreams by a clang of bursting metal, and it’s terrible, and it’s real.

    ting for didn’t fall. I raised my tle. On every side people seemed to be ruso t I e face, rat me. hering:

    ‘ is it? ’s  are they doing?’

    ‘It’s started,’ I said. ‘t was a bomb. Lie down.’

    But still t fall. Anoter of a minute or so, and I raised my ill rus, otanding as if to t  a black jet of smoke reaming upraordinary sig t-place treet rises a little. And dotle  of  moment, of course, I sa