Foreign Correspondent - War Correspondent's Unfiltered Perspective on Conflict
English Announcer: [on the radio]
This is London. We have as a guest tonight one of the soldiers of the press. One of the little army of historians who are writing history from beside the cannons mouth. Foreign correspondent of the New York Globe - Huntley Haverstock.
John Jones: [siren sounds; bombs begin exploding]
Hello, America. I've been watching a part of the world being blown to pieces. A part of the world as nice as Vermont, and Ohio, and Virginia, and California, and Illinois lies ripped up and bleeding like a steer in a slaughterhouse, and I've seen things that make the history of the savages read like Pollyanna legends. I've seen women...
English Announcer:
It's a raid; we shall have to postpone the broadcast.
Jones:
Oh, postpone, nothing! Let's go on as long as we can.
English Announcer:
Madam, we have a shelter downstairs.
Jones:
How about it, Carol?
Carol Fisher:
They're listening in America, Johnny.
John Jones:
Okay, we'll tell em, then. I can't read the rest of the speech I had, because the lights have gone out, so I'll just have to talk off the cuff. All that noise you hear isn't static - it's death, coming to London. Yes, they're coming here now. You can hear the bombs falling on the streets and the homes. Don't tune me out, hang on a while - this is a big story, and you're part of it. It's too late to do anything here now except stand in the dark and let them come... as if the lights were all out everywhere, except in America. Keep those lights burning, cover them with steel, ring them with guns, build a canopy of battleships and bombing planes around them. Hello, America, hang on to your lights: they're the only lights left in the world!
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