
My heart was about to fall out my ass! Minutes later calls after calls concerning this message by frantic friends and relatives, some of which are giving, what they think, are their final goodbyes and "I love you."
Last year, we were told that if there was a missile launch from North Korea, we would have 15 minutes until the missile would hit us here. Provided that the the first minute or two is uncounted, being that the satellites in space need time to even pick up the missile launch.
It's a Saturday morning! What the hell! I am going to spend the last 15 minutes of my life with no one around, and I cannot go anywhere! No bomb shelter, my wife is still at work, more than 15 minutes away! I'M SCREWED!!!!
She frantically calls me to say what she had heard and to get ready, she is on her way home. She wants me to pick up a few things from the market, so I reluctantly go. Is this the last time I am going to hear her? I tell her "I love you" and "Please don't worry." I doubt that has any reassuring qualities to it.

I grab whatever, and now it's 38 minutes after the initial alert and this alert comes on. A sigh of relief comes upon us. Later at home, slowly by slowly, more information becomes available. The Governor, the mayor and the head of civil defense are addressing the media.
Some "asshat" accidentally hit the wrong button as the work crew was transitioning from one shift to another. How the hell does that happen???
Someone's head is gong to be chopped off for this!!! Some are calling for the mayor and the governor to resign. Why? They didn't press the button!
More questions....more answers will be coming in the next few days.......
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