My Aunts must have sung this song, as they waited for their husbands to come home. At our little table, Sundays we had our aunts join us for dinner. Dad was 4 F, which meant he could not go to war, so he was an air raid warden for the neighborhood. "When the air raid warning comes on... can I come with you, Dad?" It was not to happen, my job was to pull down the shades, and shut off the lights, til the air raid warning was over. Dad would put on his white helmet and take his white billy club, to patrol the neighborhood, making sure the lights were out and everyone was safe!
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