Huge crowds stood in Berlin streets, in Hamburg beer gardens, in Magdeburg restaurants listening to a speech over the radio. It was artfulalternating historical review with hysterical threat. The speaker's voice was deep, gruff, staccato as that of a Prussian drillmaster.
Suddenly above the voice rose a banshee screechair-raid alarm. The crowds shuddered, broke, ran for air-raid cellars. In Hamburg the radio loudspeakers faltered and fell silent. But in Berlin and elsewhere, the harsh Prussian voice spoke on like a trump of doom, echoing through deserted streets and beer halls.
The alarm which sent the gathered people scurrying to shelter was because of...
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