05-21-2010, 04:53 AM
It was daytime, late afternoon either summer time or early fall. I was at my mother's house outside with my family. Black triangular-shaped planes were flying over head. At first the planes looked like they were conducting a routine miliarty flyover, but something didn't feel right. Then the bombs started falling into the cornfields and around the houses. People were scurrying to find cover. I said: "It's official. The War has started." I went inside and started covering the windows with black cloth and turning out the lights. I was instituting "blackout" protocal.