We were not far from a major B-52 base. The airplanes were always making contrail circles in the sky, dozens of them. I pictured all of them suddenly breaking off the circles and heading north, and that was when I would head for the bunker myself.
I remember seeing the tails of parked Buffs at the Amarillo base. The base was closed by the time of Gulf War I, but I am very well acquainted with the pilot who was awarded a medal for the ack-ack holes in his B-52 sustained during the first raid over Baghdad.