Well... Since I grew up in those days... And since I had a pretty good idea what a nuke could do... And since my home town of 12,000 was ground zero (the largest copper refinery in North America)...
I had to ask the "block busters" and such exactly what good it was going to do for me to get under a desk that would undoubtedly be vaporized in the event of a nuke attack.
Of course, a few short years of fun after that, the f**kers sent me to Vietnam.
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