Cuba Missile Crisis

I clearly remember the Cuba missile crisis that started on 1962-10-14. I was only 14 years and 8 months old at the time. We had a drill a short time earlier of the new nuclear warning sirens to practice going home to die. I could not see the point. At the height of the crisis, the nuclear warning sirens went off. I turned on the radio to get news. It was dead. My three sisters and I started to wail We are all going to die. My Dad shouted angrily at us to shut up that there must be some logical explanation. I made my bed and went out to sit on a giant granite hill in the front yard. From there I had a spectacular view of the city of Vancouver and the harbour. I waited for the nuclear flash. It did not come. It turned out moisture had some how shorted the warning system. Fuck you Kennedy and your bloated ego!

~ Roedy (1948-02-04 age:70)