My Mum grew up in London during the Blitz. (She was age 6 when the war started there, and 14 when it ended, if I remember right).

There is one family story of my Mum trying to "out run" a buzz bomb. It was coming down the street and Mum, in terror, was running down the street ahead of it. A man - they never did know who - ran across the street grabbing her to get her out of the path.

Mum had an "assigned" spot on the 3rd step of one of the Underground stations. That is where she was supposed to go during a raid. She had been rather far away across town and was running to "her spot," when the above happened.

I don't remember which station now, but when Mum took us over there in 1972, visiting "her step" was one of the places she took us to see.

Mum had nightmares about the Blitz all her life, right up until she passed at age 66.