A dark night, the dark clouds spread across the sky as the night drew nearer. The Anderson shelter led cold in the backyard. The moon reflected off of the steel and shone brightly. It was all silent and still, within a minute, it turned from peaceful into a nightmare. The air raid siren sounded through the small village as the distant sound of engines and propellers whistled in the wind. A girl in a white nightie ran from the house panting and wearing the expression of fear. Gripping her teddy bear with her hand as she sprinted across the lawn, she opened the cold door with her hands and flew in, not far behind her was her mother, fleeing away from the house with out looking back, she too ran into the shelter not forgetting to close the door behind her. The siren the fell faintly, the noise of engines and propellers drew nearer.