re: #423 jaunte

I got in trouble during the duck and cover drill when I pointed out to the teacher that the bomb blast would spray us with broken window glass even if we were under the desks.

We lived virtually within spitting distance of a huge Strategic Air Command base for nuclear-armed B-52s. In other words, a certain target. The duck-and-cover drills in school became a joke for us. We knew better—-if an H-bomb hit, broken glass would be the least of our worries. The joke went something like:

“1. When the siren sounds, sit beneath your desk.

“2. Bend forward as far as possible with your head between your knees.

“3. Kiss your ass goodbye.”