Here is my entry:
Won't repost all of yours because you know it ;)

Think, think, his mind went into warp speed as brains often do in the face of sudden catastrophe. And all of this came in the second and a half before he picked up his toddler and began to run.
His grandfather had been one of the scientist working for NASA during the 1969 moon landing and so growing up as a child he’d known plenty about aircraft and rockets and was familiar with sonic booms, the sounds waves often spine jarring and hair raising and so there was that fraction of a second when the whale started ordering him around, as if he had a gun, that he thought that's what it must have been.
But now saw some sort of a modern and unfamiliar looking craft, sort of like a more rounded XB-70 Valkyrie, hard to tell with the noxious looking haze that was filling the sky like an angry thunderhead in a hundred mile hour wind, and then tiny purplish-red particles seemed to be falling like razored-rain a half block away, where the people were screaming, running for cover and rubbing their burning eyes.
Yes, he was American and perhaps this gruff and screaming woman, who was still stuffing broccoli into her mouth while spewing all of her rage and was also demanding he protect her. Why? He figured it must have something to do with Trump in command and foreigners perceiving American’s as a gun-wielding, heroic bunch when it came to alien invasions.