Held upside down in the shelter

This tale is what I was told many years later, I was just too young at the time. It was a Sunday night when brothers and sisters ( if able to ) gathered at gran and grandads house. I was put into my Grandads bed out of the way I suppose, when the air raid sirens went off, they all rushed into the back garden and into Grandads air raid shelter, that he had made very comfortable, as they all sat there listening to the explosions in the distance, someone asked where is Allan, still in bed someone else said, my father said I will go and get him, out into the darkness he ran and into the darkened house,( black out ), up the stairs he ran into my Grandparents darkend bedroom, he picked me up as I lay on the bed still wrapped in blankets, and rushed back into the shelter, he then gave the bad news, Allans been cut into by the bombs there was a silence, and then, a laugh you are holding him upside down. There were two little legs dangling by his head.