I was very nearly a casualty of war

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Tomorrow it is Remembrance Sunday. I'm too young to have been in the war and was born the year rationing stopped in the UK (1955), but I was very nearly still a casualty. My parents still live in the same house, but it used to have a glass lean to. My Mother would put my pram in there and leave me to sleep. Other houses in the road had been bombed, but ours was standing. However, all the houses near ours and ours included did suffer some structural damage. The landlord employed someone who did not do the job properly and the lean to was left despite being unsafe. One day it fell in with me in the lean to and in my pram. The glass didn't cut me at all. Thankfully I am here to tell the tale and I was not hurt. I do wonder if there were not other similar tales about children from my generation. We could still see war damage when I was a child. It isn't that uncommon for an unexploded bomb to be uncovered even now and more than one person has unknowingly had a live hand grenade as an ornament. My Grandad however, as a young man was gassed not once, but twice in the trenches in the first world war. He could tell of real horrors but never did.