
Chapter 9: Alterations and Adjustments - October 1941 to December 1941
"The odour of Hitlerism has become part of the very atmosphere with the conception of a superior Aryan race backed up by pseudo-scientific theories and distortions of history."
"The odour of Hitlerism has become part of the very atmosphere with the conception of a superior Aryan race backed up by pseudo-scientific theories and distortions of history."
"If we hate a whole people then we are following the Nazi creed and punishing a future generation for the sins of this generation."
"At last the Americans have joined in but it needed the sinking of half their fleet in a place called Pearl Harbour to persuade them."
"...Hitler wanted to destroy our morale with this bombing but he was way out because the shared dangers have pulled us closer together..."
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"It is the end of a year in which I have known sorrow and sadness and my one great hope is that soon we shall be given peace."
"I have been shot at, bombed and watched men dragged off to an internment camp, others plunged to their deaths, and all my schooling is interrupted."
"...I began to realise what this war is really like and to know that Hitler is the spirit of evil roaming the world and tonight he has lit the fires of Hell. We must destroy him utterly before he reduces the whole world to a flaming ruin."
"I am terrified of getting buried alive so, if the bombs start getting too close, I shall nip up the steps to be blown to bits on the surface instead of suffocating in a hole in the ground."
"...a great trickle of fear ran down my spine when I realised I might never speak to Albert ever again. This war is getting personal and I hope nobody noticed my tears falling on the piano keys."
“Mr. Chamberlain has had no reply from Hitler and we are at war Dad.” He has put down his watering can to reply, “All right, go back and look after your Mother.” Then he turns and picks it up again, but he does not turn fast enough, because, for the first time, I have seen my Father crying.
In her chapter beginning September 1940, she comments, 'Last year at this time I was a child. This year at 17 I feel a thousand years old. I have been shot at, bombed and watched men dragged off to an internment camp, others plunged to their deaths, and all my schooling is interrupted'.