IC-Ep 1-The Eye of the Storm(Eddie Lawlor only)
Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 1:27 am
Cable Street - London, England
8:30 PM - Saturday, September 7, 1940
Eddie Lawlor pedaled his bicycle eastwards along Cable Street. Four years earlier, this had been the location of a terrible riot. Blackshirts from the British Union of Fascists had assembled near the Tower of London and marched into the East End, into a neighborhood where many Jewish-owned shops were located. However, the people of the East End would have none of it. Many of them, organized in large part by Communists, had barricaded the streets and blocked the blackshirts' march, resulting in bloody street fighting. The Battle of Cable Street was what they had called it. Things had changed, but they were also the same in some ways. Fascists were still causing damage on Cable Street, but this was a very different sort of carnage. Two high-explosive bombs had fallen in this stretch of the street earlier this evening, causing extensive damage to a couple of the buildings.
The ARP warden was out on patrol, searching for any stray people who had not made it to a shelter and for any violations of the blackout. It was easy to get lost, as all of the street signs had been taken down months ago in anticipation of a possible invasion. Londoners generally knew their way around their own neighborhoods, but the darkness of the blackout made it difficult even for them. The first bombs had fallen in late afternoon, when there had still been daylight, but now it was black as pitch - other than the orange glow on the horizon indicating that the docks were aflame, though someone who didn't know any better or what time it was might have mistaken it for the sun. The most intense bombing had been between five and seven o'clock, but now there was somewhat of a lull in the bombing. The all clear had not been sounded, but some people might have been foolish enough to venture outside, thinking that the worst was over.
8:30 PM - Saturday, September 7, 1940
Eddie Lawlor pedaled his bicycle eastwards along Cable Street. Four years earlier, this had been the location of a terrible riot. Blackshirts from the British Union of Fascists had assembled near the Tower of London and marched into the East End, into a neighborhood where many Jewish-owned shops were located. However, the people of the East End would have none of it. Many of them, organized in large part by Communists, had barricaded the streets and blocked the blackshirts' march, resulting in bloody street fighting. The Battle of Cable Street was what they had called it. Things had changed, but they were also the same in some ways. Fascists were still causing damage on Cable Street, but this was a very different sort of carnage. Two high-explosive bombs had fallen in this stretch of the street earlier this evening, causing extensive damage to a couple of the buildings.
The ARP warden was out on patrol, searching for any stray people who had not made it to a shelter and for any violations of the blackout. It was easy to get lost, as all of the street signs had been taken down months ago in anticipation of a possible invasion. Londoners generally knew their way around their own neighborhoods, but the darkness of the blackout made it difficult even for them. The first bombs had fallen in late afternoon, when there had still been daylight, but now it was black as pitch - other than the orange glow on the horizon indicating that the docks were aflame, though someone who didn't know any better or what time it was might have mistaken it for the sun. The most intense bombing had been between five and seven o'clock, but now there was somewhat of a lull in the bombing. The all clear had not been sounded, but some people might have been foolish enough to venture outside, thinking that the worst was over.