Trettiende oktober:
USA:
1938
It was almost midnight, and Alfred was still thoroughly embarrassed.
Some hours before, 8.11 p.m., he'd tuned in to CBS Radio. And had stupidly believed that America was actually under attack by Martians. Though he would've loved to meet extraterrestrials, he'd been terrified of what he heard.
Even more embarrassing: instead of going out to repel the attackers, he'd hidden under his bed, shaking like a leaf.
How could he not have recognized "The War of the Worlds"? He'd gotten the book 40 yrs earlier by Arthur. He'd even read it.
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