A small, red "alert" sign flashes on movie screens. In smoky, crowded London pubs the beer-drinking, the talk go on. Occasionally an American soldier wanders outdoors to watch the lightning of the guns. Diners at the Savoy barely hear, above the music of Carroll Gibbons' orchestra, the noise of the sirens and the batteries. British night fighters go up, their new searchlights probing the night. Londoners tell each other: "It will be all over in a half-hour." Occasionally, they pay for their calm carelessness with their lives.
Air Secretary Sir Archibald Sinclair last week gave a name to the...
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