"A half hour after the first planes roared overhead, the whole town seemed ablaze. The overhanging clouds turned salmon pink underneath. Apprehension gave way to fear. The crackle of flames, the hiss of water on molten girders, the incessant clang of firebells provided a sullen noisy backdrop for the whurrump of cascading bombs. Incendiary bombs cracked against walls in a blinding bluish white flash.
"Wet glistening streets were a writhing mass of fire hoses. Splintered glass lay ankle deep. Gaunt, charred walls buckled in, carrying firemen on extension ladders down with them....
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