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The Nuclear War of 1963
The mushroom cloud rose into a red twilight sky. A warning siren wailed in the distance. It was 1963, I was 5 year old little boy pushing my favorite toy firetruck down the driveway of our brick ranch-style suburban home on the outskirts of Charlotte. I knew what this meant — we’d have to move into the fallout shelter dug into the backyard and remain there for weeks, maybe months, until there was an all-clear siren. We had enough canned foods and water stored in the underground shelter to last for just a week or so because nobody believed this would happen.
In the daily headlines and discussed around the dinner table during my childhood:
The following is a collection of fallout shelter images I found searching online that capture what I vividly recall from my early childhood when my family lived in the deep south (ie Jackson, MS and Birmingham, AL) within range of a strike of medium-range nuclear missiles placed in Cuba by the Soviet Union triggering the Cuban Missile Crisis and hastening…