21 Aug 2023 10:40 pm
Why I remember the Yom Kipper War so vividly was all the Christian mothers at church with grand sons in nuclear missile silos and nuclear subs and B-52s.
Our little church had already lost two grandsons when the Thresher and the Scorpion were lost.
My mother threatened me within an inch of busting me with a stove poker if I didn’t promise her I’d never be a submariner, which I had no intention of anyway.
I wanted to be a nuclear bombardier on a B-52, or carry the football.
America was never closer in my lifetime to a nuclear exchange than October 1973.
All those boys were phoning goodbyes like Secret Servicemen for Mike Pence on January 6.
Our little church had already lost two grandsons when the Thresher and the Scorpion were lost.
My mother threatened me within an inch of busting me with a stove poker if I didn’t promise her I’d never be a submariner, which I had no intention of anyway.
I wanted to be a nuclear bombardier on a B-52, or carry the football.
America was never closer in my lifetime to a nuclear exchange than October 1973.
All those boys were phoning goodbyes like Secret Servicemen for Mike Pence on January 6.