"Bart Bailey"

You probably have better WWII memories than I.
To me it meant when the music stopped playing and the man started
talking, I had to either get quiet or go outside, preferably both.
Back then in rural North Mississippi we didn't have commercial
electricity and only had a battery operated radio for news.
My mother, grandmother, and grandfather would turn it on around four
thirty or so to warm up the tubes and stabilize the tuning, during which
time there would be big band music on whatever station it was out of
Memphis, then when the news they all awaited came on at five, it was
time for a noisy two year old to get scarce so they could maybe hear
some glimmer of hope my father and uncles overseas would be coming home
soon.

Bart, I grew up in Norfolk Va. I just remember the "wardens" coming down the
street when they had "Test Air Raids" to be sure the lights were off or
that the shades covered the windows.

My father was on a ship in the Pacific (engine room). He had three ships
short out from under him in one day.

Burr