Blackout shades pulled down. A flickering candle gave light. And my mother and I huddled together as we sat quietly on the living room floor.
It was a false alarm; know as "The Great Los Angeles Air Raid."
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Searchlights lit up the night skies in Southern California looking for Japanese planes; sirens sounded a warning to households of a possible attack. It was a Tuesday night on February 24, in1942.
Blackout shades pulled down. A flickering candle gave light. And my mother and I huddled together as we sat quietly on the living room floor. It was a false alarm; know as "The Great Los Angeles Air Raid." Comments are closed.
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