Meh, if I have time, I'm going outside, raising my head to the heavens, and in my best William Wallace voice shouting "FREEDOM".
I’d have to do something else, I already did that when I got my permit.
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Meh, if I have time, I'm going outside, raising my head to the heavens, and in my best William Wallace voice shouting "FREEDOM".
Department of Motor Vehicles. He's gonna go wait there so that he's actually happier just dying and getting it over with.OP...Please define DMV. I'm assuming you're talking about DC, but in all my years of federal service it was called MDW (Military District of Washington).
Just curious.
Did anyone here consider leaving on 9-11 when it was obvious we were under attack?
I didn’t.
Of course I’m not sure any of us was thinking it could turn nuclear but the idea of a suitcase nuke certainly wasn’t out of the question.
DMV is the new slang for DC - MD - VAOP...Please define DMV. I'm assuming you're talking about DC, but in all my years of federal service it was called MDW (Military District of Washington).
Just curious.
If it is any consolation, I feel much as you. Six decades on this rock. Had a wonderful life. Don't want it to end and am not seeking an end but if it does I am at peace. Most everyone I know with whom I can freely discuss such matters feels the same.I wonder how big an attack it would be? All out Armageddon, or just a few strategic shots. Limited nuclear war can be survivable. It will be a mess, and perhaps we can stop worrying about all the other things we are doing to mother earth for awhile.
Me, personally, I'm not sure I care anymore. I'm in no rush to get to the end of my life; but I'm not particularly afraid of it either. My life is steady-state, working and living without anything truly momentous happening, every day more or less the same, and my not affecting the world in any meaningful way. The twenties and thirties seem to be the years for making an impact, not mid 50s. Kinda depressing, actually. Nothing to really live for except the basic desire to keep living. So, I'll keep going as long as I can, try to give more to the world than I take and do more good than harm. I'm not planning on giving up the good fight, but if it's my time, it's my time. I think my Mom would miss me, for the few years she likely has left, assuming a warhead didn't drop on her as well. Maybe my wife, though in a nuke attack I'm sure we'd shuffle off this mortal coil together. There might be stories occasionally of "hey, remember Uncle CrazyTrain, the one who bought it in the great Russian nuke fiasco? Yeah, me neither." But I'd rapidly be lost to time. A minor footnote in the greater tragedy. <sigh>
(oh, God, that sounds so depressing. I'm not generally depressed. Just sadly resigned.)
Odds are high limited nuclear exchange. The Soviet plans were to hit basically our strategic nukes and a few of the major navy and joint bases. It wasn’t hit all of the population centers or the whole country or anything. DC was in the list. But Baltimore and NYC weren’t for example. And DC was just for the Pentagon. It was a few score of launches, not hundreds.I wonder how big an attack it would be? All out Armageddon, or just a few strategic shots. Limited nuclear war can be survivable. It will be a mess, and perhaps we can stop worrying about all the other things we are doing to mother earth for awhile.
Me, personally, I'm not sure I care anymore. I'm in no rush to get to the end of my life; but I'm not particularly afraid of it either. My life is steady-state, working and living without anything truly momentous happening, every day more or less the same, and my not affecting the world in any meaningful way. The twenties and thirties seem to be the years for making an impact, not mid 50s. Kinda depressing, actually. Nothing to really live for except the basic desire to keep living. So, I'll keep going as long as I can, try to give more to the world than I take and do more good than harm. I'm not planning on giving up the good fight, but if it's my time, it's my time. I think my Mom would miss me, for the few years she likely has left, assuming a warhead didn't drop on her as well. Maybe my wife, though in a nuke attack I'm sure we'd shuffle off this mortal coil together. There might be stories occasionally of "hey, remember Uncle CrazyTrain, the one who bought it in the great Russian nuke fiasco? Yeah, me neither." But I'd rapidly be lost to time. A minor footnote in the greater tragedy. <sigh>
(oh, God, that sounds so depressing. I'm not generally depressed. Just sadly resigned.)
When you know its time to leave, it'll likely be too late.
Maybe set a liter of your favorite aside specifically for such event, then you don’t run the risk of vaporizing while standing in line at the liquor store.Where am I going if we‘re expecting imminent nuclear strikes?
The closest liquor store. Before they’re sold out.
It’s pretty much all over.
Now!!! If Russia acts a fool, then you won’t be able to drive fast enough to get out of harms way. We’re talking minutes.
Catching a flight on 9/11 put one on guard.
Thanks! Sort of figured that out but wasn't sure.DMV is the new slang for DC - MD - VA
Im sure they make heat shrink in large enough sizes also. That way will be sealed in one pieceWrap yourself in a plastic poncho during a nuke blast. Melted plastic makes it easier for the cleanup crew to carry a cocooned body.
Common Task Manual 1980's
This made me spit out my chicken fried rice. Funny stuff!!!I’d have to do something else, I already did that when I got my permit.
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