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I am the great-granddaughter of Ruby Side Thompson. 
Recently I started re-reading the World War ll journals and felt that they were such an important part of a history that will soon be forgotten if not published and shared with the world. These diary excerpts are not the entirety of what is published in print and kindle.
Ruby grew up during a time when education was just beginning to be encouraged for both upper and middle class women. During the late 1890's Ruby explored many radical political ideas of London, England. She met many famous people including the writers George Bernard Shaw and William Butler Yeats. 
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World War ll London Blitz: 4-16-41 Last night we were talking about General Simovitch’s Declaration, which appeared in Monday’s Times. In it he said, “Without waiting for the final decision of our new government, and without warning, the German’s bombed Belgrade, an undefended town.



April 16, 1941
Last night we were talking about General Simovitch’s Declaration, which appeared in Monday’s Times. In it he said, “Without waiting for the final decision of our new government, and without warning, the German’s bombed Belgrade, an undefended town. The enemy gave orders to his air force to leave nothing standing and nobody alive. This had a profound effect on his airmen, according to the declaration of two German airmen.”
All day long I have been thinking of this last sentence, and wondering what exactly it meant. Did it mean that German airmen felt themselves exhilarated into extra wildnesses of savagery and mass murder? Or did it mean that their spirits were shocked and their minds revolted?
Anyhow, they destroyed Belgrade completely, and nearly all its inhabitants. Even supposing they were revolted, they carried out the order. Ted still thinks there are good Germans, and that many Germans inside Germany are against Hitler and his Nazi regime. I say that the Germans are responsible for their leaders and must suffer in the general condemnation. If the Germans refused to carry out Hitler’s orders, what good would the orders be? I am convinced that the Germans approve of Hitler and his methods simply because they make no attempt to overthrow him, but continue to obey him exactly.
Did the German airmen refuse to bomb Belgrade? Not one of them. What puzzles me is how the German people can persuade themselves they are in the right about all their aggressions. I could understand they could believe that France, their hereditary enemy, was against them; or that Great Britain was their enemy; but how can they persuade themselves that all the other countries of Europe were their enemies? How those little countries—Norway, Holland, Belgium, Denmark, and the rest—are their enemies? How can they believe their little peoples were going to rush in to attack the mighty Germans? Surely if there are any sane people left in Germany they must know their leaders are liars.
If the air force is shocked at their orders, which they receive, why do they carry them out? Why obey the devil when you come to recognize him for what he is?
All this led to a very curious statement by Ted. He said that in these days the question and the jurisdiction of conscience became a very complicated matter. He said that soldiers under arms must obey orders, and that it would be a sin not to obey orders, even though, like Hitler’s orders, they involved treachery, cruelty, and horrible murder. How can allegiance to your command be as allegiance to God, and come before all private considerations? Practically, in war, the private conscience doesn’t exist. You must obey your superiors undeviatingly, and you will be absolved from all guilt. Therefore, the German airmen are not to be held to account for their actions, and they are not sinners. I was flabbergasted. Here was Ted agreeing with Hitler that whoever has the might has the right; that the Government is supreme and must be obeyed unquestioningly; that the top dog is the powerful one and that the underdog doesn’t count. Therefore whatever power prevails that is righteousness. I was speechless.
The one o’clock news was definitely bad. Last night Northern Ireland was attacked from the air, practically over the whole area, the announcer said. Hundreds of high explosives were dropped, and in many residential quarters, and the casualties are feared to be very heavy. Well, when the B.B.C. admits casualties are very heavy, you may be damn well sure they are. I had a letter from Gladys yesterday, in which she says that in the center of Plymouth only one building is left standing.
We had two alerts here last night, one soon after eleven, and another at one forty a.m. but nothing was dropped in this district.
The other item concerned Yugoslavia; news from there “cannot be regarded as optimistic,” said the announcer. It is reported that all united action in Yugoslavia has ceased, though it is thought likely that guerilla warfare will continue, carried on by isolated groups in the mountains. It is estimated that over twelve thousand civilians were killed in Belgrade on Sunday. In Libya the Germans are advancing, taking back the ground, which we took from the Italians in December. Already they are into Egypt, over the border into Sollum, where fighting is now in progress. To balance this, the Duke of Aosta is expected to surrender; when he does this will finish the campaign in Abyssinia. For how long will this last? Presumably as soon as the Germans decide to enter Abyssinia, the fight will be all to do again. Probably they will concentrate on Egypt first, their intention being to take Suez.
My God! Where is this war going to end?
April 17, 1941
Ted has just gone out to his home guarding. Last night was one of the worst we have ever lived through. Airplanes began going over at about eight thirty p.m. and soon the alert was given and the guns began to bark. Planes went over in droves, by the hundreds. The main attack of the night was on London and the Thames Estuary. It was the heaviest and most sustained raid on London since the war began. It kept us up until five this morning. No bombs were dropped in this immediate neighborhood, though many times the house shook with the explosions.
They tried for Hornchurch Airdrome, but missed it, all the bombs falling in nearby fields. Mercy of God. They got the single-track railway line to Emerson Park, and the station there. I have not so far heard of any damage nearer to us, though of course there may have been some. We have not been told officially what they destroyed in London, but news dribbles in that it was the Tottenham Court Road, Piccadilly Circus, Leicester Square, and Kensington High Street. They say Maples is totally demolished, and at five tonight Selfridge’s was still burning. We are told casualties are very heavy, so they must be when it is admitted.
Now probably they will come again tonight, since it seems to be German tactics to bomb the same city two nights running. To offset this, we are told that we have defeated the Germans at Tobruk, killing about two thousand Germans, and have sunk a convoy of eight vessels off Tripoli. Those are soldiers. It is this bombing of civilians which is so frightfully devilish.
One of the items given us at six p.m. was that Lord Stamp and Lady Stamp were two of last night’s victims, the house they were in falling on top of them; their bodies were taken out this morning from the debris. I prayed all night. I thought that from moment to moment our hour had come, but no! In spite of the hellish row of guns and bombs, nothing touched this center or Romford. So, since we endured what we did, what must have it been like in town! My spark of faith rediscovered for me by Eric Gill blazed up, and I was able to pray from the bottom of my heart and soul as I have never prayed before. Lord I believe: Help thou mine unbelief. I did believe. I do believe. Oh God, never let me lose the faith again.
Mother sent a card on Monday to say she would come and see me on the eighteenth, but whether she can come or not now remains to be seen. I have not heard of them being hit in Angel Road, so presume they are all right. I have not seen Mother since last August. She is a braver woman than I am if she travels through town tomorrow, as she has proposed to do. Perhaps she won’t come now. However, tomorrow will show.

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