Monday, May 9th, 1940

Today was absolutely terrifying. My family and I were at home minding our business when we heard the air raid sirens go off. We hadn’t been expecting it and we were all so scared. We raced to the basement for shelter, just as our neighbor had warned us to do. We huddled together amidst all the chaos outside. I remember the sounds of the sirens and the explosions, it was all so loud. I’m thankful we’re all safe, but I know that others may not have been so lucky. I’m just praying this is all over soon.

Wednesday, May 11th, 1940

The raid last night was even worse than the night before. I was so scared that I was shaking. The bombs and the gunfire just kept coming. We spent the night huddled together in the basement. I’m so thankful that nobody in our family was hurt, but I’m still in shock at everything that’s happened. I keep thinking about all the people who lost their homes, their belongings, and even their lives. It’s so heartbreaking.

Friday, May 13th, 1940

I can’t believe it’s already been four days since the raid started. We’re still huddling in the basement, with only occasional trips upstairs to get food and water. It’s been quiet for the past two days, but we can still hear the distant sound of explosions. My mom and dad keep telling us not to worry, but it’s hard not to. I just want to make it through this alive.