R for Raids

By an old Scottish woman:

"When the air-raid warning sounds, I take the Bible from the shelf and read the Twenty-Third Psalm. Then I put up a wee bit prayer. Then I take a wee drap o' whiskey to steady my nerves. Then I get in bed and pull up the covers. And then I tell Hitler to go to hell."

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