[ WP ] A terrorist act during the 40-50 's results in the creation of color . Describe the before , the during , and the after of this event .

Three men rounded the corner carrying carrying large suitcases. Nobody, save for Billy and his brother Max in the small town of Mayfield. had ever seen them before. There was something strange about them - the way they moved about without ever speaking to one another. They came to a small vacant lot and set down their luggage, looking about for a while before finally speaking. 
 
 `` What the hell are we carrying anyways, Boss? And what are we doing in this God-forsaken town?'' 
 
 `` I told you a million times, Frankie,'' said the Boss. `` We do n't want to risk being seen. And we're here because nobody would believe these bumpkins in a million years'' 
 
 `` Sure, but why did we have to make it all so goddamn *heavy*?'' said the third man. 
 
 `` Best we could do with the crude replacement parts,'' said the Boss. 
 
 `` All right, we better get to it,'' said Frankie. `` It's almost daytime''. 
 
 They opened the suitcases, which were full of wires and knobs, and started connecting the wires back and forth between the suitcases. The Boss took a device no bigger than a cigar box from his trenchcoat and made one final connection. The three men looked at each other apprehensively, as the Boss opened up his cigar-box to reveal a large knob. They turned the knob and darted back into the night. 
 
 ***************** 
 
 Billy and Max were still upstairs watching the whole thing. 
 
 `` Holy shit! It's the Russians! Take cover!'' shouted Billy as they ducked under the bed. 
 
 Suddenly, there was a flash of blinding light and a deafening roar, followed by a wind that tore through the house like a hurricane. Then silence. 
 
 ***************** 
 
 `` Hey Billy?'' said Max. `` You alive?'' 
 
 Billy nodded weakly. `` What just happened?'' 
 
 `` Beats me. Must have been a dud or something,'' said Max. 
 
 Slowly the boys crept up to the window to see if the three strange men were still there. It was daytime now but there was something different. The sky was full of a rainbow of different hues - so many that the two boys had never seen before that they did n't have names for them. The trees, the grass, the buildings, even the clothes the boys were wearing were somehow just *different*. 
 
 `` Billy,'' said Max. `` What's the matter?'' 
 
 `` I think I'm seeing things. Everything looks a bit funny. I mean look at that tree outside our window...'' 
 
 `` Yeah? It's still there.'' 
 
 `` But look at it again. The leaves...'' 
 
 Max squinted his eyes to see what his brother was talking about. Billy loved to play practical jokes, but this was n't one of them. 
 
 `` Oh sweet mother of God!'' he exclaimed. 
 
 
 

