My family lived in the Fairview area of Dublin near the North Strand. I was one of eleven children. When the bombs fell on the North Strand my Father George Murphy was the ARP leader of our area. He told of horrific casualties on that night. He pulled many people out of the bombed buildings. Everybody was in a state of shock. He told of many heroes helping people and putting their own lives in jeopardy. Many others provided food and shelter to the survivors. There was a lot of fear in the area, as people thought we would get bombed again. My father made the family go in the arch that divided our houses whenever planes would go overhead. For years after the war my brothers and I would play with the helmets and gas masks left from that time.