It was in World War Two in a long age when London had planes ever night over people’s heads falling from the sky bombs hitting tall buildings small buildings until it was called the Blitz. People died from an enemy hid behind enemy lines, trying to push back our army fought for freedom of this vast battle that took place in a long outstretched empty field. It was terrible, shots straight at the beginning, hiding behind sandbags. Enemies charging flanking all ways around the field, just like left wing, right wing in football. Suddenly, a plane flew and bombed everything.