The "Air Raid" Sirens actually still rang in my home town in the early 1960's, but we were spared the "Duck & Cower" in the basement of the school like my Mom did. I like your CD Instructions, ours were very different though. It went something like this: Grasping both knees securely, firmly plant your lips on your arse and kiss it goodbye" Later in life, living within 1/2 mile of a First-Strike Target during the naughty "Evil Empire" Days, we instituted a new plan that consisted of a bottle of Bombay in a glassed-in cabinet on the wall. A small silver hammer hung down and the sign said: "In the event of Nuclear holocast, Break Glass". I cannot even begin to tell you how many "False Alarms" there were.......