At the funeral of my last aunt (89) we reminisce. Like that time at the cinema with her grandchildren Soldier of Orange. Suddenly she ducked under the chair, leaving the family in great confusion. As well as himself.
Until she remembered how, as a child, she had been endlessly drilled to immediately dive under the school benches in the event of an air raid siren.
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