Originally Posted by right-track

Picture the scene;

London's East End, 1940.

Last night's air raid by the Luftwaffe left much of the East End devastated. Reports of hundreds killed and thousands more injured and left homeless.
Eyewitness's have been in touch with the BBC to tell us of their experiences;

MRS. HORROCKS, WHITECHAPEL.
We were sat listening to the radio when we heard an almighty crashing noise. At first we thought it was the Murphy's next door having one of their rows. We went outside to see what all the commotion was, only to find the house next door was reduced to a pile of rubble, with Mrs. Murphy just stood in the street looking rather bewildered and the worse for wear.
Mr. Murphy was buried alive poor chap.
We asked her in for a cup of tea to settle her nerves.

MR. ARTINGSTALL, STEPNEY.
I was lying in bed reading, when all of a sudden there was a blinding flash. When the dust settled, I found myself looking out into the street.
The entire front of our house had been blown away. I could see Mrs. Bradshaw from across the road peering out of her bedroom window looking rather embarrassed.
I only had my night shirt on...poor woman.
It took me two cups of tea to calm down. Bloody Huns.