I was in 6th grade attending school on a military base in San Antonio. There was an announcement over the intercom, we were told to go directly home. The only times I ever saw military police lock down a base carrying carbines were that day and during the Cuban Missile Crisis.
Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.
H. L. Mencken
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