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His grandfather didn’t return from the docks. There’d been an air raid warning about 8:30pm but they’d had one more load to mark off - flour, from the States. It was a miracle it got through, so they finished the job. Anyway, they worked in the basement of the warehouse so they were as safe there as anywhere.
A bomb fell close by, close enough to throw them to the ground. They were choking on flour dust, helping each other up when an incendiary fell a little closer. In the enclosed space the flour dust ignited. The warehouse was completely razed.

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