"Richard Lamb" wrote in message
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Like many of you, I grew up under the threat of a nuclear cloud.

Same here, having lived with 1/2 a mile of a nuclear storage facility.

For me, almost literally, since my family lived in New Mexico.
Call it 1955 or so.

More recent than that for a lot of us.

We really were taught to "duck and cover" in school.

We were taught to kiss your a** goodbye if you saw the key signs of an
attack being launched.

Civil Defense tested the city sirens once a month.

The electric ones in our area were rarely tested and, in any case, were
ineffective as there was no way to get out of ground zero quick enough.

The car radio had those two little circled triangle markers.

I attended church regularly (Mom's are like that, you know).
And in silent prayers, I always inclueded,
"Please, Dear God, Please don't let them drop The Bomb".

I probably haven't prayed as much as Mom would have prefered
since then, but this one is sincere.

Thank you, Dear God, for not letting them drop the bomb.

"Please, Dear God, Please don't let anyone drop The Bomb EVER".

The Raven