I told people I'd update, so here:

One day in the early 40's, a mother of five living in London left her home for work. Her husband was at war, fighting to protect his family but too far away to do anything to help them directly. In this exact situation, however, there's nothing he could have done anyway. And luckily, no one was in the house when the bomb hit.

Many of the bombs that Germany dropped on London worked by being fuel-propelled until they were over London. Once there, they ran out of fuel and dropped from the sky onto the city below. The citizens of London feared not the buzzing sound of the incoming bomb, but much more-so the silence when the buzzing ceased.

On a day when she and her children were all away from the house, a V-1 cruise missile destroyed Mrs. Hawkins's home entirely. It was a direct hit. She returned to complete devestation; a lone mother now made homeless and left with five children to take care of. She knew of an abandoned house further down the street, which she then broke into and refused to leave.

It was in this house that my host-mother was born, becoming the youngest of six children.

How absolutely amazing to hear of somebody's life beginning under such extraordinary circumstances. And you'd never know, it just came up in conversation while she was on the phone with her brother, who still has nightmares of the buzzing sound of the "doodlebugs" (as they were nicknamed for some reason) dropping over their heads.

There, I updated. It has nothing to do with me, but it is something that I found incredibly interesting. I blame this on my dad, who is a history fanatic, and I guess some of that curiosity found its way into me.

I still like it here it is super. There.