And if they did, what would they be going out to? Would their homes still be standing, their loved ones still alive? And then the sound of an enormous explosion reached them, followed shortly by another and then another. No one could have any idea what was being targeted, but one man muttered, ‘God help us, some poor buggers are coppin’ it.’ ‘Looks like it’s our turn now,’ someone else said fearfully. ‘They must be givin’ them poor sods in London a night off.’ Dotty wrapped her arms about herself as her thoughts returned to Robert. London had been under attack for weeks and she worried about him every single day, although up to now the Germans had been targeting the docks and the East End. The first wave of bombs had hit the Royal Victoria Docks, and soon after the East and West India Docks had become prey to the Messerschmitts and Heinkels that had now become a far too familiar sight in the skies above London. Madame Tussaud’s had also been destroyed. The Tower of London had been hit, though not too badly, and some of the West End shops had also suffered damage.
