LOL, and when, exactly, might that be?"
LOL, and when, exactly, might that be?"
“We’ll meet again....don’t know where....don’t know when.....”
I don’t know. It’s in the article. But probably, there won’t be any signs.
Or maybe the EMP one... everybody thinks that the next nuclear war will be preceded by an EMP to neutralize part of our nuclear response and missile defence shield
The debate over “evacuating” a nuke zone reminds me of a funny story from my Air Force days. I was never a missile launch officer, but had a number of friends who were. One relayed a story from Whiteman AFB, Missouri, back in the 80s, when the base was home to a Minuteman wing.
One evening in mid-summer, SAC began running one of their drills for the missile force. For whatever reason, a missile crew commander at Whiteman decided this one was the real deal. Before strapping himself into the chair at his console, he began fumbling for his sidearm, telling his deputy that “I’m not going to die without my gun.” Making matters even more comical, the guy was in his skivvies; so here is an Air Force officer, prepared to unleash nuclear Armageddon in his underwear, complete with sidearm.
As the crew ran through their pre-launch checklist, the commander decided that even if he was about to be vaporized, his family deserved a fighting chance. So, in complete violation of all rules/regulations/protocol, he called the Whiteman command post and directed them to patch him through to his home. When his sleepy wife picked up the phone, the MCC shouted “Head for the hills, honey, it’s World War III,” then hung up the phone. Being a good Air Force spouse, she quickly rounded up the kids and the dog, loaded them in the station wagon and headed for the Ozarks, but not before calling all of her friends and sharing the news with them.
By one estimate, there were at least 20 cars in the convoy, and some of them made it all the way to the Lake of Ozarks before realizing the world had not come to an end.
Needless to say, that was the MCC’s last alert.