January 1, 1942

The radio was dead!

We continued to hear deafening explosions, immediately followed by clouds of thick black smoke and pillars of dancing orange flames.

As far as the eye could see there were dense curtains of black smoke and flames.

A blood-red haze hung over the city, blotting out the sun. I thought of Doomsday and Dante’s Inferno.

People stood in the streets and on their rooftops to watch the fires and destruction that surrounded them.

On the City Hall building there were huge signs painted on cloth bearing this message: OPEN CITY. BE CALM. STAY AT HOME. NO SHOOTING.

We stayed in our homes and waited. But how does one remain calm?

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