BLITZ BABY

About the Book

No fruit. Always half staved. Worms coming out of your bum, bitten by bed bugs. Bombs falling all around us every night. ð@ e yard to our right was blown to smithereens a couple of nights later, the yard on our left met with the same fate. Will we cop it tonight? went through our minds.

About the Author

For many years I have informed many people of my horrible up-bringing. Itfs their persuasion that has fi nally prompted meh to put pen to paperh. You see for many years I wasnft allowed to speak about how we suff ered, my parents must have felt guilty and who could blame them? For not wanting to be reminded of such hardships. ð@ e truth is that our country was under attack and we had to get through it as best we could. Trouble was we youngsters could do nothing but suff er the consequences.