In 1982 this was a real anxiety in everyone’s closet – and at the tender age of 11 I was getting a daily reminder:
My home was underneath the route that the B52s out of KI Sawyer Air Force Base took daily. There were always a couple in the air at any given time. They’d fly a route over the North Pole and circle back. Always ready to launch their weapons if necessary.
So two or three times a day we’d hear the distant sound of jet engines. Looking up, we would see the silhouette high in the sky – probably about the size of your fingernail.
We were all convinced it was only a matter of time.
In 1982 this was a real anxiety in everyone’s closet – and at the tender age of 11 I was getting a daily reminder:
My home was underneath the route that the B52s out of KI Sawyer Air Force Base took daily. There were always a couple in the air at any given time. They’d fly a route over the North Pole and circle back. Always ready to launch their weapons if necessary.
So two or three times a day we’d hear the distant sound of jet engines. Looking up, we would see the silhouette high in the sky – probably about the size of your fingernail.
We were all convinced it was only a matter of time.