That first night, away from my parents I spent in a bunker in NS, underground. I try not to think about those times or remember them and the feeling of fear we had.
But I have one photo, here it comes for your post.
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I'm sorry that I reminded you of that terrible time in our lives with this post.
I passed OK in that lottery, and I was able to find myself on the bridge at the moment of shelling.
Thank you for the picture, an addition to my post 🙂
Somewhere in the cottage I have pictures with those targets on our heads, from the rallies on those same bridges, but I don't have them at hand.