“ As it was we made our own bazooka rockets until a neighbor kid blew his hand apart with one.”
People here shouldn’t kid themselves. We got hurt. And killed
No one got abducted.
That’s the problem now.
It’s worse than any of those injuries combined. It’s unthinkable.
I don’t remember anyone getting killed or seriously injured.
Don’t kid yourself, there were abductions too. I had a friend “disappear” in the ‘60s. I have no doubt there were others.
Yes, we got hurt, but that taught us to avoid that kind of activity. Through my years in school, there was at least one, and as many as six kids died during the school year, EVERY YEAR, some during school activities. I went to relatively small (the biggest was 950 students) schools
The press is the biggest reason for the fear. Because there are many more people, more events occur. The press blows every one of these events into the greatest crisis the human race has ever faced.
That you don’t see the artificial hysteria is a testament to the effectiveness of the propaganda.
My dad must have been in high school when he filled a baby food jar with match heads, drilled a hole in the top for a fuse, sealed it with plumber’s putty, lit it and ran. Of he hadn’t been behind a wooden fence, he’d have been hit by the shrapnel.
In the 90’s, there were still a handful of parents who let us run wild. My mom grew up in Chicago, so she was protective. I had to fight to sell lemonade in the front yard...