"And believe me, the bombings have got to get a lot worse before I crack. Hitler can send all he has, and as long as we give Berlin a pasting some time I won't worry too much now hat the wife and kids are out of the way."
The hardy spirit of Londoners could be judged by the stream of wisecracks that were heard as the trains were about to pull out with the evacuees.
One of the best heard was made by a young wife to her husband, "I suppose when I write you soon, your address will be fourth roofless house, Bomb Crater Road, southwest London. "—United Press.
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