Comhroinn Fuaime

“All right,” I said, looking at the clock. “We have one minute until the bell. You know what that means!” “Lightning round!” yelled my students. Life had changed surprisingly little since the announcement about the Petrova line. The situation was dire and deadly, but it was also the norm. Londoners during the Blitz in World War II went about their day as normal, with the understanding that occasionally buildings get blown up. However desperate things were, someone still had to [narrator]