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My father didn't serve in the Armed Forces but not for lack of trying. He was told he was "too old" for a new enlistee. He did the next best thing. Initially hired as a meter reader for Consolidated Edison, NYC's gas & electric company now called Con Ed, he volunteered for the night job of security guard. These men patroled the huge gas tanks to prevent sabotage, which was a real threat.
Even though I was only three at the start of the war, I remember that he left for work in uniform with a gun in a holster. He told me later that they were given the same powers as patrolmen in the NYPD. He kept that particular job for the duration of the war. Afterward the company sent him to automotive school and the rest of his time with Con Ed (30 years) he was a mechanic who took care of the big utility trucks.
I remember that we often had air raid drills at night. When Dad was off work, he was an Air Raid Warden. As soon as the sirens sounded, he left the house with a helmet and gun and didn't return until after the all clear. Meanwhile, Mom would close all the blinds on our windows (they were wide-slatted wooden blinds) and pull the drapes. Then she would put out all the lights and we each had a flashlight to use if we went to the bathroom. I recall reading by flashlight and we listened to the radio.
I was very proud of my father and in these days of terrorism I realize even more how important his job guarding those gas tanks was. If a saboteur had managed to blow up even one I shudder to think of the horror it would have caused in the City. Those were years of patriotism when most people banded together for love of their country and its people. It's sad that there are those who don't respect and appreciate our service men and women, and I am disgusted by those people who picket the funerals of our fallen heros.