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One of the stories my grandmother did tell me about the Blitz was-

– there was this girl she knew who was apparently so chill about the prospect of imminent death or maiming that she couldn’t be arsed to get out of bed and go to the air raid shelter one night. So her mother dragged her out to it, made her sleep in there, and the next morning this girl’s bed had been torn to pieces by bombs.

(Sure, that sounds pretty stupid, but it’s somehow also a good example of give-no-fuckery.)