| My Grandmother worked in a munitions factory in Hotwell, she walked to work from Westbury Park each morning.
The morning after the heavy raid when Park Street was hit hard, she remembered the gutters down Jacobs Wells being a burning river of sugar. She also remembered seeiing Bristol burn, she was watching from the Downs.
She had fascinating stories, i use to enjoy hearing them when i was younger, really wish i had a better memory or had written them down.
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There are those of our friends who were among us who have left our ranks, having been called to Higher Service. We know that this time their sacrifice and the sacrifice of their dear ones at home will not be made in vain.
LT.-CCL. C. L. HARRISON, T.D..R.A.
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