I'm too young to have experienced them firsthand, but we did have earthquake drills where we had to go under our desks. And yes, someone ALWAYS farted and everyone would laugh.
We did the drills for fire and tornados, as a kid in 70’s and 80’s. We didn’t do them for earthquakes though. Or for nuclear war.
I do remember though, that all the way until about 30- I had dreams about nuclear war, and I was always in my little private school classroom, where I had spend most of my life, when the bomb ultimately hit. Probably bc the movies and stuff they made in the 80’s seeped a little too deep into my psyche.
I had a dream the other night that we got bombed, as in us in our house. Not a nuke, but a bomb that would destroy us just the same. I knew it wouldn’t help, but I was trying to usher 4 of us into a tiny little closet.
Think this dream was for two reasons: 1) the state of the world today, and 2) our house, in the middle of nowhere, is directly under a flight lane, and a couple of times lately there have been much larger than usual planes flying overhead, and they sound even lower than the puddle jumpers.
But yea- it’s all prime conditioning. For the first time ever I’ve been thinking about how much of that was even true
I would have been that kid. In basic training during a locker inspection that lasted hours, i could not hold it anymore from the quality food we are served. I let it slip quietly while the MTL was inspecting another kids locker across the room. He decided to take a lap and walked right through it. Immediately he yells, which one of you males busted ass. I tried to stay silent, and he threatened to put the entire flight on our face if someone did not come forward. So, I did. Then I had to do pushups in front of the entire flight screaming "I WILL NOT FART" at the top of every pushup. Do you know how hard it is to use your muscles when every fiber in your being is trying to bust out laughing. Let alone all the other guys trying not to laugh themselves. Oh, those were good times! :)
We were blessed with metal desks.. Everything was cool with me until I read Alas Babylon, then On the Beach....then the Missiles of October really happened and I remember vividly JFKs speech to the nation...I lived near Offutt Air Base and I KNEW I had 24 hours to live... 🤢
I grew up in CA and endured these in the early 60's. I remember clearly thinking even as a small child that there was no way hiding under desks would be of any real benefit during an atomic strike.
LOL! I remember them. I went to Catholic school and the nuns would tell us if God wanted us, hiding under the desk wouldn't help. I was in first grade, took me years to stop fearing God. The nuclear option wasn't fun either.
I remember those drills quite well and you are correct in saying they are the same thing as the mask - meant to instill fear and they did just that.
Ha! I remember, as well. Good times, there was always one kid that farted Everytime 😂
I'm too young to have experienced them firsthand, but we did have earthquake drills where we had to go under our desks. And yes, someone ALWAYS farted and everyone would laugh.
Bahahaha!! Funny we still remember those things 😅
Fart noises are far superior to what the commies consider comedy today
We had earthquake drills too in SoCal.
We did the drills for fire and tornados, as a kid in 70’s and 80’s. We didn’t do them for earthquakes though. Or for nuclear war.
I do remember though, that all the way until about 30- I had dreams about nuclear war, and I was always in my little private school classroom, where I had spend most of my life, when the bomb ultimately hit. Probably bc the movies and stuff they made in the 80’s seeped a little too deep into my psyche.
I had a dream the other night that we got bombed, as in us in our house. Not a nuke, but a bomb that would destroy us just the same. I knew it wouldn’t help, but I was trying to usher 4 of us into a tiny little closet.
Think this dream was for two reasons: 1) the state of the world today, and 2) our house, in the middle of nowhere, is directly under a flight lane, and a couple of times lately there have been much larger than usual planes flying overhead, and they sound even lower than the puddle jumpers.
But yea- it’s all prime conditioning. For the first time ever I’ve been thinking about how much of that was even true
I would have been that kid. In basic training during a locker inspection that lasted hours, i could not hold it anymore from the quality food we are served. I let it slip quietly while the MTL was inspecting another kids locker across the room. He decided to take a lap and walked right through it. Immediately he yells, which one of you males busted ass. I tried to stay silent, and he threatened to put the entire flight on our face if someone did not come forward. So, I did. Then I had to do pushups in front of the entire flight screaming "I WILL NOT FART" at the top of every pushup. Do you know how hard it is to use your muscles when every fiber in your being is trying to bust out laughing. Let alone all the other guys trying not to laugh themselves. Oh, those were good times! :)
Ha ha I was born in 55 didn't have that drill good thing probably would have beef me
Getting a person to do a small thing is the first step to getting them to do bigger things.
We had to actually be under our desks. Were told it was a safer place to be in a nuclear explosion.
It helps keep you away from the flying glass.
We were blessed with metal desks.. Everything was cool with me until I read Alas Babylon, then On the Beach....then the Missiles of October really happened and I remember vividly JFKs speech to the nation...I lived near Offutt Air Base and I KNEW I had 24 hours to live... 🤢
Ya got to admit it had a high success rate!
I grew up in CA and endured these in the early 60's. I remember clearly thinking even as a small child that there was no way hiding under desks would be of any real benefit during an atomic strike.
LOL! I remember them. I went to Catholic school and the nuns would tell us if God wanted us, hiding under the desk wouldn't help. I was in first grade, took me years to stop fearing God. The nuclear option wasn't fun either.