The London bombings April 1993
It was 17:14 and I was on my way home from college, waiting for my train at Charing Cross Station. The station was absolutely heaving with of commuters. Suddenly, all the shutter boards flipped to black, the pay phones had stopped working ( this was before mobile phones), the gates to the trains closed and the exit doors locked. We had been locked in. After what felt like ages there was an announcement that came over informing us that there was a bomb in one of the bins.
People were calm but many were crying and distraught. I remember it dawning on me that if this bomb(s) was detonated then we were all collateral damage. It was OK for us to die. The army and police came in and very slowly removed the bins.
It was after midnight before we were allowed to leave the station, but not by train or tube. My dad had seen the news which was quickly blacked out (they do this to stop panic) and had driven up to see what was happening. As I walked out he was being comforted by a WPC and he was really sobbing. I've never felt so loved nor been so pleased to see anyone in my entire life
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I was 18 years old.
FYI: That is the reason why their are no council bins London.