Diary entry 3/7/1941

This story is based on WWII.

The last few hours have been dreadful. My street was bombed. My house was bombed. The battle of Britain has started. The big bombers of Germany have been dropping bombs everywhere. I don’t know if the spitfires will win. I am homeless now. I was so cross that I …. I couldn’t finish my sentence. A bomb landed in front of us. I dived to the ground with my hands on my head. The bomb did not explode. We were very lucky. I lay down on the floor looking at the sky. I thought to myself. Were we going to win?