It was 1962 and all the adults were whispering They whispered about some atomic bomb or missiles Those were pointed toward the United States to destroy us The adults whispered that they had to drink heavily There may not be another tomorrow Our sky would redden and large clouds would fill the sky An angel was to come down to take the good While the bad would rot on earth in the burning fire The adults were mad at the President, said it was all his fault Said it was some sort of game he was playing with the Ruler of Cuba I didn’t believe President Kennedy played those types of games But I am not an adult so I don’t really know All I know is that I had a birthday party to go to tomorrow I only prayed that I could go to the party then the world could blow up I just wanted to have some fun before I was wasted No drinking or smoking for me, Pop, party prizes and cake would do just fine for me.
The innocent view of a child, touching and thought provoking, should we not all want to have some innocent fun, before we're wasted. Not only during frightning days like those. Keep this innocence with you.
B&R
You evoke again the frightening scenario and memory of the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962, when the world tottered on the edge of Mutual Nuclear Destruction..
My memory actually recalls it was President Kruschov of Russia who was playing high stake games with Kennedy and America...
We called Kruschov's bluff, and he blinked first...real torturous and scary stuff at that dramatic time !
And that's when the world really first took notice of Fidel Castro !
This is the story of the author’s great great grandparents, Edward Lewis and Sarah Crosby, who were convicts transported to Van Diemen’s Land in the 1840s. It is told from the perspective of a detective agency searching for what happened to Edward, w
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B&R
You evoke again the frightening scenario and memory of the Cuban Missile Crisis in 1962, when the world tottered on the edge of Mutual Nuclear Destruction..
My memory actually recalls it was President Kruschov of Russia who was playing high stake games with Kennedy and America...
We called Kruschov's bluff, and he blinked first...real torturous and scary stuff at that dramatic time !
And that's when the world really first took notice of Fidel Castro !
Peter
I remember those extremely frightening days very well myself, and I think I was thinking similar thoughts, as were many of my childhood friends.
You brought back some vivid memories here, Helen.