The moon is full. From the heights of Fort Chambray you can enjoy its reflection on the strait of sea that separates Gozo from Malta. I am walking on the “promontoire” that overlooks the waters; it’s windy, but pleasant. You can only imagine what it must have been during the war. The night raids from the German Luftwaffe attempting to bomb and destroy the foothold the Allied forces had managed on the islands. The searchlights. The cracking noise of the artillery aimed at these passing targets. The sirens. The running of people towards the shelters. The encouragements of the women to their kids hushing them to security. It would last 15, 30 minutes. Then the calm would come back. Except for the fire truck sirens that would be heard while civilians go back to their home. It is so quiet tonight…
Fort Chambray, Dec 22, 2010
