In the fall of 1971, I got my first taste of what the Cold War was really about. I was in the second grade at Coram Elementary School. As an alarm sounded, my teacher, Mrs. Cohen, led us out of the classroom into the school's brick-lined central hallway, and told us to kneel with our heads down in the "duck and cover" position.
"Why are we doing this?" I asked her.
She replied, "It's what we do if there's a bomb."
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