Daily Prompt: Ripped from the Headlines – Sitting on a bomb

Head to your favorite online news source. Pick an article with a headline that grabs you. Now, write a short story based on the article. 
Yes my school was in Spitalfields Market, now rebuilt as one of those modern London shopping areas, although they kept the school hall now a restaurant. Funny the headline coincidence today

Unexploded WW2 Bomb discovered near Spitalfields Market

Market Day Autumn, Solothurn

Fritz really wanted to go home, but he had one bomb left. The rest he had dropped on the docklands of London as instructed. He belongs to the airforce so he did his job. He wanted to get back to base in one piece, that was all that interested him. Just one bomb so let it go. He pulled the lever, the plane shot up with the weight relief and he was on his way home. He was surprised that there was no big bang immediately, but he decided no problem. There were enough big bangs around at the moment and he did not want to be part of them.

Twenty years later it was time for a school girl to go to school. She was not looking forward to it, it was the last day of the big examinations. She had been learning all week and would be glad when they were finished. She arrived in the class room and took her place. Everyone was there seated at their separate desk. How she would have been glad if this exam stuff was finished. Who cared about who won the Battle of the Roses, and why should she answer questions about a war that had been finished before she was born. It was all history, but London was always in the middle of it all. She was sitting at her desk surrounded by history. The market noises from Spitalfields fruit and vegetable market were an accompaniment to her daily school work. She was never distracted as she was used to growing up in noise. The local market stalls were a permanent background noise where the grew up in a part of East London, and having a school in the middle of one of London’s largest markets was no different. With time you just shut the noise out of your ears.

Twenty years later there was a headline in the British newspaper “Builders find Unexploded WW2 Bomb near Spitalfields market.” Huh, I don’t believe it. There I was six years daily going to school and today they find an unexploded bomb. She remembered reading about the demolition of her school because it was built on property in the City of London, property that could be redeveloped and earn money for the landowners. The bomb had survived the demolition, sleeping in the school playground probably..Her old school had disappeared some years ago. It was moved to another school in the neighbouring part of London. She was glad that she did not experience that move. It was not the same; her school was in the City of London, at least half of it was, but which half she never really knew.

The years had passed and today in 2015 she reads that a bomb had been found where her school was, an exploded bomb. I went to school every day for six years, and was sitting on a bomb. I could have been killed if it had decided to explode. Fritz was now resting in his grave, not realising the fuss and consternation caused by his last bomb. He had returned safely home, that was the main thing.

And this was based on the truth, yes it was my school, Central Foundation Grammar school for girls, and we were sitting on a bomb.

Daily Prompt: Ripped from the Headlines – Sitting on a Bomb

18 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Ripped from the Headlines – Sitting on a bomb

  1. Oh wow great post! My husbands grandmother passed away recently and I have been lucky enough to be given her old diaries to read. In them is a story of a bomb that didn’t detonate in a cabbage patch until a years later. When it did no-one was hurt but there was the smell of burnt cabbages for miles apparently. 🙂

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    • I grew up in post war London, so bombed buildings and empty waste ground were the daily sights: our playgrounds as kids. My family slept in a hut in the garden during the air raids and were glad to see the house still standing in the morning.

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  2. I think you could consider that a form of luck. Of course, there not being a bomb there at all would have been better luck, but I think we need to be grateful for small favors. Life is just a lot of small stuff that adds up to bigger stuff. Like the Legos of life, sort of. Good one. Interesting too.

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    • It was only about 6 weeks ago that they found a bomb souvenir in the next street to where I grew up that had remained unexploded. They had to evacuate the area until it had been successfully removed. That was even a closer escape as I lived with it most of my younger days.

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  3. GREAT STORY!!! I remember not caring about the War of the Roses, either. Or much else at that point in my life except whatever it was I cared about. A boy, I’m sure. I think I was pretty boy crazy. I’m glad it didn’t explode.

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        • I was referring to the unexploded bombs from WWII in London. I had to check that Swiss one. Yes, we are prepared for everything. Our mountains are hollow to accommodate the tanks, lorries, ammunition and whatever that we might need one day when being attacked from someone somewhere. I will never cross a bridge again without trying to take a photo of the bombs underneath.

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          • In the place where I used to hike in San Diego, which was a military training ground during WW II, before the park could open formally, the Marines had to come through and search for unexploded shells. Kind of creepy as we were never bombed by an enemy — or so they say. There are stories of Japanese bombs being dropped along the West Coast. It’s really difficult to find the truth in these matters… The coast of California was covered in camolflage — a giant net with a city painted on the top of it in some places and in other places there were houses built that were too tiny for people to live in — that was to fool the Japanese into thinking they were too high to drop bombs so they’d swoop down lower to get in range and then they’d be shot down.

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    • When they eventually demolished the school they began to carry out some archeological digs, but I do not think they found anything of importance. Perhaps they might have discovered some of my old school books or some rotten fruit that the market boys used to throw into our playground.

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  5. I reread this again today because our current events are starting to look like those of past decades. In the forth grade, in 1946, I was friends with boy from Francs. He told me about having to run from his school and hide in the woods when they heard airplanes coming.

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    • I can tell many tales of people that lived in the last years of the war, on the German borders to Poland, or in France. A colleague whose father and uncle were both taken to Russia in the war disappearing for ever. My husband’s family had French children staying with them to help them escape from the bombs during the war, but they had to return again. Apparently they had nothing except for the clothes on their backs when they arrived. Terrible times and I hope they no longer return. I grew up in post war London and saw enough damage there.

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