The Lost Light
It was a lonely posting for any Coast Guardsman who was assigned to the Lighthouse. But it was an important role. The lighthouse directed the ships to the Bering Sea through a dangerous strait.
While its sister on the western side directed them back to the Pacific. Together they had saved countless lives in the 43 years since their lighting.
But the partnership would end on April 1, 1946. A cruel joke for the 5 men assigned to the light.
The only warning the men had was the violent shaking of the walls around them, no one knows if the earthquake wreck the walls or if it was the wave that followed mere moments after the shaking stopped.
There were no sirens, no warnings. If they could even see the sea retreat from the shore on that dark night they wouldn’t have known what it meant.
Running wouldn’t have saved them anyway. There was no where to go.
Fear would have gripped their hearts palatably warm and frantic as the wave blocked out the stars.
They were doomed.
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