He remembers a time when those words did not imply a threat to existence; when his parent were still alive.
‘Lights out now. Come on boy, hop into bed now.’ He smiles to himself at the memory.
But now all the words meant were devestation. The bombing raids were all the more frequent and the blackout was such an important part of safety.
‘Lights out!’ He could hear this one. It would be close, maybe too close.
‘Lights….’ The words were drowned out by the screams coming from the building next door.