The only times that I ever heard gunshots when I lived in the city was on V-E Day and V-J Day when all of the neighbors who were hunters were out on the street blazing away up in the air with their shotguns.
I asked my mother what they were doing and she said it meant my father would be coming home [[In an infantry battalion all the way from New Zealand to Tokyo via Guadalcanal, the Munda Trail, Aitape in New Guinea, and the Lingayen Gulf Landing on Luzon).
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