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- Tom Lehrer
I woke up with who's next stuck in my head. My brain has a sense of humour.
Oddly enough, I slept pretty well last night. I guess my body decided that I would need the energy to get through today. The DJ is playing all kinds of wistful war appropriate songs. It reminds me of the day after Desert Storm started, only much worse.
You know in the past year I thought a lot about what it meant to grow up in the Cold War. As a six year old child I was horribly afraid of my home getting nuked. Even as a small child I understood that those bombs do a lot more than just set the targets on fire and knock things down. I remember thinking about the widespread illnesses and cancers and all that. When international stuff got tense, I'd lay down in bed and wonder if I would wake up. This was when I was six.
I remember last year I was looking at some little kids and thinking how lucky they were to grow up after all of that had passed. So much for that. I guess we've found the next generation's nightmares. They'll dream of buildings crumbling like sand castles and setting their homes on fire.
I am at least happy to note that we are not being bombed. I'm hearing a lot of planes though. Not sure what that is. Military or hospital related I guess.
I woke up with who's next stuck in my head. My brain has a sense of humour.
Oddly enough, I slept pretty well last night. I guess my body decided that I would need the energy to get through today. The DJ is playing all kinds of wistful war appropriate songs. It reminds me of the day after Desert Storm started, only much worse.
You know in the past year I thought a lot about what it meant to grow up in the Cold War. As a six year old child I was horribly afraid of my home getting nuked. Even as a small child I understood that those bombs do a lot more than just set the targets on fire and knock things down. I remember thinking about the widespread illnesses and cancers and all that. When international stuff got tense, I'd lay down in bed and wonder if I would wake up. This was when I was six.
I remember last year I was looking at some little kids and thinking how lucky they were to grow up after all of that had passed. So much for that. I guess we've found the next generation's nightmares. They'll dream of buildings crumbling like sand castles and setting their homes on fire.
I am at least happy to note that we are not being bombed. I'm hearing a lot of planes though. Not sure what that is. Military or hospital related I guess.
