Lagal, thank you for sharing those memories. I remember my dad, home on compassionate leave, tucking me up in blankets as the siren sounded, and rushed to the street`s undergroung bomb proof shelter. I will always rememb er looking up at the sky as dad rushed to the shelter, and seeing search lights pick out the bombers. Even as a baby I thought the experience was eerie, but now as an older man, the image taked ona more sinister cloak.