If you were old enough to comprehend the things that were happening, what was going through your head during those days?
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If you were old enough to comprehend the things that were happening, what was going through your head during those days?
<font color="#cd6600" size="1">[ September 29, 2004 06:36 PM: Message edited by: Dajistano ]</font>
I was 2. I was probably thinking about chocolate milk. [img]wink.gif[/img]
My father worked for a certain government 'agency' at the time and things were very tense at our house. Tense enough for the installation of a red phone next to his bed with a list of the people he was to call if things indeed appeared to be going nuclear. Obviously there were other phones like this that had our name on their lists too. I also remember us being issued documents to allow us through any police or military checkpoints that might have been set up.
It was really weird knowing that we were to get to a hardened relocation site as quickly as possible when things boiled oer and I would have had to leave all my friends behind. I was also pretty damn sur that we'd probably never make it and I'd be incinerated along with everyone else.
Wow, Sculpey. Must have been pretty damn scary. I really didn't comprehend how severe the whole thing was until I was in my teens - a good 12 years after it happened. I just remember my dad in the early 70's saying that I would most likely not die of natural causes - but more likely it would in a nuclear exchange. [img]eek.gif[/img]
Very powerful... Sculpey. [img]frown.gif[/img]
...duck and cover!
...hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
...duck and cover, my ass! [img]graemlins/whatever.gif[/img]
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">anytime, steve-o...anytimeQuote:
Originally posted by StV:
...duck and cover, my ass!
I coudn't see much form behind my mother's naval.
Sorry. [img]redface.gif[/img]
I was in rehab, missed the whole thing. [img]wink.gif[/img]
too young to remember anything about it
Great site-
http://www.conelrad.com/
...my whole area is dotted with retired Nike missile bases.
...it was years before anyone even realized they were there. Most only found out after they were abandoned.
...there's one only about 5 minutes away from the shop in Bloomingdale.
...do a google search on Nike and Ajax missiles if you want to see some interesting stuff. [img]smile.gif[/img]
...well, now, laddie...that's a good question. the Cuban Missile Crisis. Yes, yes, I remember it well. One Saturday, early on in the Crisis, or "Commie Menace" as we used to call it, I had to go into town to buy a new horse. I had to walk, obviously, due to the fact that I had no horse, which was why I was going to town...
To buy one.
A horse.
You understand?
So, I walked to town that Saturday during the Commie Menace, and it was a long walk! Fifteen miles in snow under a hot July sun! Ay-yuh. I remember it well, slogging through the drifts, wiping the sweat from my brow...at one point in the journey, I had to cross through the Western Woods, which everyone avoided due to its being full of sprites, spirits and various and sundry other undesirable pagan types of things. Yet I had no choice but to go through, for I had to get to town. To buy a horse. During the Commie Menace.
Now something you young folks should understand about those days during the Commie Menace: The weather was really weird.
Wait...
...yes...
...but no.
I meant to say, PANTHERS! The woods was full of panthers. Big, black panthers who would tear your heart out rather than look at you! Oh, they cut quite the formidable figure with their glaring eyes and jaunty berets...
...wait...
Well, in any case, I eventually bought my horse in exchange for a pocket full of magic beans. The seller was a simple lad, but well-intentioned. That, however, is a whole other story...
I just remember the term "Missile Crisis" coming up a lot in my toy universe. Almost all of my Hotwheels could fly (thanks to patented technology called "floatavision"), and they were constantly shooting missiles at each other, and He-Man was always trying to stop them. It was later learned that the Starriors had been pulling the strings all along.
I just realized I left out an "I" in missile.