...until a few moments ago, when the sound of a vintage air-raid siren -- yes, there are a few left Where The Ghetto Meets The Sea -- shattered the quiet night.
A few moments later, I could hear a .50-cal. machine gun and the boom of what sounded like anti-aircraft fire.
I looked out the window and saw that fireworks were substituting for the AA weapons. And I assume the .50 was firing blanks.
On the night of February 24, 1942, Japanese aircraft were supposedly spotted over Los Angeles. The Army responded by shooting into the night sky, with no result. Since the attackers would have flown over this area, a group of WWII vets and military buffs re-enact that night every year from a site a couple of blocks from here that once held naval and AA guns. The concrete pads are still there.
There have been countless stories about that night, and Spielberg made a nonsensical movie about it.
I've heard various stories, including a couple from my father, who was then flying anti-submarine patrols along the coast. There were a few Japanese subs operating offshore, and some of them may have had the ability to carry and launch seaplanes. Beyond that, nobody knows.
But the WWII vets and buffs have a grand time at 9:30 p.m. every Feb. 24th. They put on their tin hats and khakis and head down to the old fort to launch a few rounds against the phantom Japanese.
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