Carpet bombing, they called it, was always done at night.

And it was done in waves.

Green light flashes from the control tower.

That's the sign.

In 1942, when England decided to unleash the full power of its air force on German cities,

Tantahide was nine years old.

There we go.

We're airborne and on our way to join the stream of bombers making towards Berlin.

The controversial bombing offensive by the Royal Air Force was meant to force Adolf Hitler to surrender.

And the Allies, angry, tired and frustrated after three years of Nazi attacks,

decided German civilians were fair game. The first wave of airplanes would drop what we

called Christmas streets. They would light up the sky in a square and mark the area which was supposed

to be bombed.

Oh, hello, engineer. Skipper here. Yeah. What do you put the red drop, please? Yeah?

There's a disconnect between the casual recordings of the men who dropped bombs from the sky,

and to say that Annie Laurie give me, and the experience of a little girl on the ground.

I run like heck outside the square that they had marked.

Madagena?

Hello, Pramadeau.

I still have those nightmares.

You are un-gabalized, okay.

Buffalo open.

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