In 1962 I was married, had a baby, was expecting a baby, living in South Florida and attending college. It was the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis. Everybody was afraid.
Things were so scary that some professors quit and moved north. Some people built safe houses. Many, many people bought guns. There was much conversation about an emanate nuclear attack and what that would look like. It was pretty much agreed on that most people would die but those who didn't would have to defend their homes and supplies from other South Floridians until help arrived.
My Real Husband and I thought and prayed about what to do.
We eventually came up with this plan. If the bomb hit and we lived we would help other people until we died or help showed up.
No guns or safe houses for us. This was one of the most freeing decisions we ever made. We were no longer afraid.