I was ten years old at the time, living in Clewiston FL on (approx) U.S. 27. Convoys all day and night for three days. Mainly Army bivouacking on every piece of free space. Very little armor, heavy Nike missile, lot's of water, fuel trucks, etc..
Some thought the world (as we know it), was going to end.
Halloween was good that year.
5.56mm
B-47’s lined the runways in my home town, ready to take off
My dad was afraid to take me to the airport, thinking it was a target
I was 3 years old and told him since we lived 1 mile away from the airport, we’d die anyways, so lets go see the air planes
He was stunned a 3 year old was so non-chalant
I never did get to see the airplanes.