When I watch these Ukrainian children cowering in their basements my mind goes back to WWII when there were blackouts. I cannot comprehend their fear, but I can relate to it. During the blackouts, all of the lights in the city were cutoff and everything was locked down, except for workers returning home. Even the top half of automobile headlights had to be painted black. There were Air Raid Wardens in neighborhoods that enforced the laws.
As a 6 YO, I remember cowering in my bedroom deathly afraid of bombers that never came. We had an Air Force Base in Mobile that was active and every time a plane flew over our house it scared the ever loving sh^t out of me. I would freeze and could not move, waiting for the bombs to drop. I hated it, especially the Germans. My brother was a year younger than me and had no idea what was going on. Planes flew directly over our house taking off and landing.
My Mom would turn off our kerosene lamps and my heart would drop.(We had no electricity back then and an outhouse and outside water pump) It took all I could muster to go outside to the outhouse. I used to thank God every morning when it got daylight. It got better as the time went on.
There was no TV and the only war news we got was from my Granddad's radio that he stayed glued to and would announce the news out loud to all of us. His mother and father were from Alsace Lorraine and he had four sons in the war. Most of the war news we got was a week old. Far different from the 24/7 TV news today.
Just a bit of perspective as you tuck your kids in. Sorry it's so long.
As a 6 YO, I remember cowering in my bedroom deathly afraid of bombers that never came. We had an Air Force Base in Mobile that was active and every time a plane flew over our house it scared the ever loving sh^t out of me. I would freeze and could not move, waiting for the bombs to drop. I hated it, especially the Germans. My brother was a year younger than me and had no idea what was going on. Planes flew directly over our house taking off and landing.
My Mom would turn off our kerosene lamps and my heart would drop.(We had no electricity back then and an outhouse and outside water pump) It took all I could muster to go outside to the outhouse. I used to thank God every morning when it got daylight. It got better as the time went on.
There was no TV and the only war news we got was from my Granddad's radio that he stayed glued to and would announce the news out loud to all of us. His mother and father were from Alsace Lorraine and he had four sons in the war. Most of the war news we got was a week old. Far different from the 24/7 TV news today.
Just a bit of perspective as you tuck your kids in. Sorry it's so long.