tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225570644228196036.post4676825589349270353..comments2024-02-24T05:11:30.646-06:00Comments on The Director's Desk: Public safety at the AirbaseTom Casadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03188041481309059441noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225570644228196036.post-80443169385225133482017-05-28T23:51:20.854-05:002017-05-28T23:51:20.854-05:00I grew up in that era, and we never had bomb drill...I grew up in that era, and we never had bomb drills like I read about now. Wondering if small town SD was immune to those worries, it were we just naive. Not a mover-or shakernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225570644228196036.post-12586619710355715742017-02-24T16:45:06.742-06:002017-02-24T16:45:06.742-06:00Very interesting read and thanks for all the links...Very interesting read and thanks for all the links! The existence of the complex of buildings West of the airport proper makes more sense, as well as the length of one of the runways. Maybe I should go watch Dr. Strangelove again.Trevorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17742708067349516954noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225570644228196036.post-90275026392662712712017-02-07T16:00:28.250-06:002017-02-07T16:00:28.250-06:00Speaking of the bunkers, I lived in the old office...Speaking of the bunkers, I lived in the old officer housing for a time back in the 70's when the cold war was still a thing to cause concern. I decided that if the bombs should ever start falling, I was grabbing everything I thought I might need and running the family up to one of those bunkers. Given their construction, one person could defend them against pretty much any threat short of military grade bombs. I figured I could hold out there for quite a while. Might have been a pipe dream, but it was the best I could have done.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10369138557977907215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225570644228196036.post-91070352804135475922017-02-07T11:10:39.193-06:002017-02-07T11:10:39.193-06:00Ah, the good old days, when you could perish in a ...Ah, the good old days, when you could perish in a thermonuclear explosion at any minute.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10369138557977907215noreply@blogger.com