When I was in grade school there were two things that I worried about: having to be in an iron lung because of polio; and "The Bomb."
After I graduated from high school and began a years-long indulgence in illegal substances, instruction in the event of a "Bomb" attack then became:
Kiss Your Ass Goodbye.
I vividly remember the drills, but I was really too young to understand their true meaning and how ridiculous it was for the adults to think that crouching in front of our lockers with hands cradling our heads would somehow save us from incineration.
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