"What I mean to say, there is a war on," said Parsons. (1.5.51, Parsons)
Suddenly the whole street was in commotion. There were yells of warning from all sides. People were shooting into the doorways like rabbits. A young woman leapt out of a doorway a little ahead of Winston, grabbed up a tiny child playing in a puddle, whipped her apron round it, and leapt back again, all in one movement. At the same instant a man in a concertina-like black suit, who had emerged from a side alley, ran towards Winston, pointing excitedly to the sky. "Steamer!" he yelled. "Look out, guv'nor! Bang over’ead! Lay down quick!" "Steamer" was a nickname which, for some reason, the proles applied to rocket bombs. (1.8.7-9)
"That was before the war, of course."
"Which war was that?" said Winston.
"It's all wars," said the old man vaguely. (1.8.35-37, the old prole Man)