HOME FRONT: Terrible Bombings

It was not a total blackout; in the streets the blue beam of air-raid wardens' flashlights showed up occasional pedestrians; a traffic light was still on. A squad car with two policemen, wearing tin hats, rolled into the square.

The alert let go its giant banshee wail—"Woo-oo-oo-oo-oo!"—a dreadful, penetrating warble, like no other sound on earth. A boy's voice said: "Don't worry, sis, I'll look after you. We'll get in the air-raid shelter just like the practice at school."

In a few seconds the wardens had the streets clear. Soon, far and high, but nearer & nearer, came the drone of...

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