Another Air Raid

The Israeli’s were busy doing fly bys. They usually flew over making sonic booms and then they would drop a few bombs in the desert just outside our school. The noise was scary. Daily in school we practice air raid safety. Our new school was made of mostly glass. Two of each our classroom walls were made thick glass. Everyday the teachers would blow whistles. If we were in the classroom we crawled under our desks. (If you were one of the unfortunates and were next to the window you also had to pull your chair around to the glass side for extra protection.) If you were outside in the field and far from the prefabs you had to hit the dirt and lie spread eagle on the ground; if you were near the prefabs, you were to take shelter under the roof of one of their open areas.
Today they dropped bombs very close to our school and the base behind the school returned fire. The explosions were deafening. The glass did not shatter. We crouched under our desks waiting for the all clear to sound. Mrs. Radwan looked very silly all hunched under her desk. It was like she was really too huge for the space available. You could see her girdle under her skirt. Her skirt and was pulled extremely tight against the sides of her thighs. The pressure on the cloth must have been huge…like a balloon with too much air. I stared at her and she stared back. We waited. Mrs. Radwan shifted her position just a little. I knew that she had to be cramping up in there. There were a few more bombs dropped. In the next bit of silence a long rrrrrrrrripppppppppp noise came from the direction of Mrs. Radwan. Her skirt must have ripped…or her girdle. I held back a giggle, Douglas, the boy next to me snorted. He had been watching too. It was too funny. We waited to see if it would rip more… but it was not meant to happen.
AAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh screeched the all clear siren. We all crept out of our spots. We were all stiff and sore.
Mrs. Radwan directed us to go to the library, and we all left trying to get the kinks out of our backs. We were on our way to the next building and Kirks class was behind mine. He waved at someone and I turned to look. It was Ateya!
“I just checking on you boys” he said.
We are fine” I said as I laughed. He always called us boys.
“Good” he said and he mounted his bike and rode off.
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Sylvia’s school suffered a bit more drama than ours. An Israeli plane crashed into the field of Victory College. The military did a mini takeover and all the students got to go home. When I got home that afternoon she was sitting on her porch doing her homework. Hey! She yelled.
I came running over.
How are you outside studying? Where is Auntie? I was full of a million questions. Sylvia laughed.
Auntie went to make sure here sister was OK but she would be back real soon.
I sat there amazed. I dropped my back pack of books onto the steps and sat down. She told me about the plane that crashed, and I told her about Mrs. Radwan. After a while our discussion became gruesome. We wondered how far a bomb would go before it exploded.
Salem rode by and waved “The Madame is coming” he warned.
It must be Auntie I said.
Hurry she is almost here, whispered Sylvia looking around the corner and down the road. Sylvia handed me my back pack and she ran back inside. I went around the back of the house and waited for Auntie to pass…then walked calmly to my door.
Thanks Salem I said…and he just smiled.