Section C Directions:In this
section, there is one passage followed by 6 statements. Go over the passage
quickly. For questions 66-71, mark T (for True) if the statement agrees with the
information given in the passage; F (for False) if the statement contradicts
with information given in the passage; NG (for Not Given) if the information is
not given in the passage. Questions 66-71 are based on the following
passage. During World War II at the height of the blitz
on East London, a boy of 12 was found wandering the rubble streets near Tower
Bridge. His dirty face and torn clothing suggested that something awful had
happened. It was 7 a.m., and dawn was breaking into a sky of
crimson red lit up by the many fires that burned across the City, London’s docks
were ablaze as far as the eye could see, and the river had become a wall of
crackling flame with dark plumes of smoke rising into the air as beleaguered
firemen fought to put out fires with their spent hoses. Wherever
he looked, the boy could see the flames, the buildings all around him were on
fire, and his nostrils were filled with the smell charcoal and smoke, he could
hear the sparks crackle as the flames licked at the burning beams of
wood. It is a vision that the boy, now a man, remembers, as
though it were yesterday, for that boy was me and this is my true
story: That morning my father had sent me out after the "all
clear" had sounded, to get fresh milk at the local dairy, I had been scampering
up the road when an unexploded bomb went off in a house nearby covering me in
rubble. Somehow, dazed and bewildered, I had managed to brush
myself down and run on, but I was badly cut by flying glass, and in no state to
continue my journey. It was then that an Air-raid Precautions
Warden appeared, his dog had found me with tail wagging, "Come along son" he
said "you need a bandage on that wound", he looked me over apprehensively, "Come
up the road to our first-aid unit and we’ll patch you up." By
nine o’clock I was covered with sticky plasters and bandages, and looked like a
wounded war veteran, "I’ve got to get the milk at Evans now" I said. The Warden
looked at me sadly, "I’m afraid there’ll be no milk supplied today, the dairy
was blitzed last night." I wondered what my father would say, me
coming home in such a state, and without milk too. I hobbled
back towards home through the back streets covered in rubble and bomb damage,
but as I neared I had to rub my eyes, where my home had stood was a large
smoldering crater. Everything and everyone had gone, blown away by a
bomb. I remember searching with others for many hours, calling
for my father and mother, I found his pocket watch and chain in the rubble just
as another air-raid started and we had to rush once more for shelter, I opened
up the watch when I felt safe, inside an inscription read "Happy Birthday, Dad",
and I cried. I can’t ever forget what the war did to me and my
family, as a London cockney I have taught my children about their past so that
they can guard against the future, this is one family that knows the anguish and
loss that war brings, my children have never known their grandparents, but they
do know right from wrong, for those who perish in war are often the innocent and
we must remember that for all time. ______ The author’s father asked him to buy some milk after the air-raid alarm was lifted.