28th February 2010
My letter to a friend about the blitz attack.
Oliver
I don't think I can take much more, every night so far we have been bombed, I see so many dead bodies everywhere. The smell of rotting flesh is revolting. Rats are wondering around as if they own the place, they are feasting on the decomposing corpses. At least the rats can find food, unlike us.. My family and I are starving, we haven't had a descent meal in days. I haven't had a descent nights sleep at that. Each time I dose off the air raid siren goes off. I am so worried about papa, he went away to work- or so they tell me -and lil' Katherine was sent to the countryside. I wish I could see her, I miss her so dear.
