Nothing funnier than nuclear holocaust is there?

I don't remember any nuclear drills, but we hid under our desks a lot when the tornado siren sounded.

And, of course, there were the firedrills. All of us marching like little lemmings to the sound of someone pounding out "Onward Christian Soldiers" on an old piano on the first floor. Supposedly that calmed us down and made us more orderly. In reality, it was a 3-story brick building with wooden floors and wooden stairs that had been oiled for 75 years and absolutely no fire escapes and we would have all been crispy critters if there had ever been a fire. But we would have been in orderly rows when they did find our little crispy charcoal briquets.
 


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