The ice nightmare of January 2009: My husband a WWII Submarine Veteran said the sounds reminded him of another time. I will try to recount last week's storm from a World War II Submarine as the crew heard signs of an enemy approaching. They dove 350 feet where they hunkered down. We sat silently waiting for the next popping sounds of a near hit. First we could hear the groans and crackling of the torpedoes (ice coated tree limbs or trees breaking) approaching us. We sat silent, holding our breath waiting for the deadly thump. A little to the left, a little to the right, would it hit us straight on or it drop with a loud crush to the ground below. I watched the ceiling waiting for some of the louder cracking and swooshing sounds to hit its target. Several appeared to hit and bounce off, except for two. One pierced a small hole in the After Torpedo Room (our bedroom) and another came through the Officers Quarters, (a glass window on the front porch). A couple of days later when the world outside went silent we surfaced to check on the damage. Damage surrounded us. The sun came out and so did another enemy loaded down with bullets (large pieces of ice) coming from all directions where we had to duck and run for shelter. That remained for two days before it passed. We again examining the damage. We have reached a safe harbor where we are now busy on work detail to restore our world, and hope to sail again in peaceful and safe times.