Every broadcast he began with “This…is London” and then simply described what he had seen that day. “Tonight, as on every other night, the rooftop watchers are peering out across the fantastic forest of London’s chimney pots. The anti-aircraft gunners stand ready. I have been walking tonight—there is a full moon, and the dirty-gray buildings appear white. The stars, the empty windows, are hidden. It’s a beautiful and lonesome city where men and women and children are trying to snatch a few hours sleep underground.”9
