posted on Apr, 8 2017 @ 08:53 PM
a reply to: Golantrevize
I remember it.
I remember drills in school, where we had to hide under our desks. I also remember thinking, "how is this desk going to help me?"
As an adult, I remember talking with friends about it. I remember the doomsday clock (do they still have that?)
The biggest difference I see between now and then is, we weren't scared nearly as bad as folks are today. We took it in stride. I remember a guy
asking me what I planned to do if they announced the nukes from Russia were en route.
"We should have at least an hour's notice, so I'm going to get in my car and drive as hard as I can towards [the military base close to here]. As soon
as I hear the whistle of missiles overhead, I'm going to stop the car, get out, and get to see a mushroom cloud up close before I'm vaporized."
And I was serious.
What it comes down to, IMO, is that we're all going to die, and none of us really knows when or how. I refuse to be afraid. I'm fully planning on
going about my day Monday just like none of this Syria stuff is happening. I have a feeling my friends, about my age, will do the same. But the
younger generation... they'll probably wind up having a heart attack or nervous breakdown before anything can be launched, all the while screaming
that I'm acting crazy.
Not too sure if I would waste the gas this time... I'm old and probably wouldn't get to see the purty cloud. Might just drink a beer in my recliner