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[Postman]

Today I am reminded of being a boy. It was shortly after school was in session our class was called to the administration office. One by one our parents picked us up. AS my Dad and I were leaving I remembering looking back through the doors to see another class assembling and other parents I recognized being escorted in. Police were directing traffic never had the traffic moved so quickly. Sensing something strange, I asked, Daddy what is wrong? He said, I will explain when we get home, but for me to be still as he had to pay attention to driving.

At home, I could tell my mother already knew. I was instructed what I was to do, rather not do. My mother was busily putting blankets over the windows. It was a bright morning and soon they turned on the lights as the the house grew dark.

My dad sat me down on the couch, and said, Son, I need you to take care of your mother. First do not for any reason look out the windows. Do not open the door for anyone except me, for any reason. And if I heard sirens I was to pay attention to my mother and do as she told me, immeadiately, and without question. He told me he was going back to work and did not know when he would be home, but to remember every word he said.

It started about 2:00pm I was watching Tv and an emergency alert came on stating to tune your radios to a certain channel it continued for several minutes then the station signed off. My mother went into their bedroom, I could hear her turn on the radio, I tried to enter and the door was locked. She loudly told me go to my room and listen to my record player. I did. In a few minutes she asked if I would bring my record player in the living room and my records.

The roar began, it was again and again every several minutes. I was familiar with the roar but never like this. All I could think of was my dad. Just before sundown my mother told me to come with her to feed the animals. As we did I heard a different roar getting closer very fast, suddenly something streaked overhead and went from horizon to horizon faster than my eyes could follow. I started exclaiming MOM a meteor. She corrected me, no son, that was a plane, we have to go open the cellar. We did and she went down and lit a candle. She came out and asked. Did I remember what Dad had said? Yes, Maam. Suddenly a ground shaking sonic boom. We went inside.

The roars and booms continued through the night until exhausted I fell asleep. I was waken by a boom. I remember all the pictures on the walls in disarray. as I ate my cereal the booms were making ripples in my milk. It continued the rest of the day. I played record after record while building houses of cards and lining up dominoes covering the floor.

Finally, it grew quite, not even birds. The TV had been left on, snow with the volume off. I looked up to see, Cuban Crisis OVER! Please say tuned. Soon my Dad came home.

In a day or two we went to my grandma's along the way I pointed to Spaceships with their nose cones sticking out of the ground. Dad said they were missles able to fly to the other side of the world. Every so often, we would see one standing upright in the open.

Some years, later while fishing I asked Dad what had happened that day he picked me up. He said, all Base personell had been told to gather their families at home. They were then to return to Base. Once everyone was accounted for the Base was locked down. They were told it was the beginning of WW III and attack was immenent and in order to do their jobs they should resign themselves that their families were already dead as the Base was targeted by 8-15 enemy ICBMs. The Base was S.A.C.

He told me there were banners everywhere saying, "Before we let Freedom be wiped from the face of the earth, We will wipe the face from the earth. The roars were bombers sent to destroy enemy cities and missles. The missiles we saw were the final counter attack, effectively the end of the world.