"We interrupt this broadcast to report an incoming attack. Seek shelter immedi-ately. Stay away from all -" Sirens began to wail making me want to cover my ears."Quickly, into the shelter," my grandma whispered. My mother picked me up in her arms and rushed to the basement. Over my mother's shoulder I could see the horizon growing brighter and brighter with every passing second. "Mommy, why is the sky turning white?" My mother did not turn to look, she turned and ran.