Speaking of the Aleutian Islands......I lived on Adak for two years back in the mid fifties. Dad was a Navy Chaplain.
We participated in practice air raid procedures often.
I remember the raging sea...gentle inland streams....salmon....trout.....King crab.....earthquakes.....beautiful buttercups in the spring.....Bald Eagles....beautiful things.
As a child I was sheltered from the scary stuff. Mom and Dad were very good at making us feel safe, secure and happy.
Gentle streams full of trout. I remember when we’d go camping. We’d rise early, catch a few trout, clean them, then take them to Mom who had the bisquits in the pot, the frying pan hot, the cornmeal ready for the trout, the coffee pot on the fire. We’d wade and fish, skip flat rocks, climb trees. What a childhood we were lucky to experience. We were tough little rascals.