1.0Our America - Essays on Politics and American Lifehttps://dahlman.onlineMarty Dahlmanhttps://dahlman.online/index.php/author/mdahlman/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="T7cD0rpMfb"><a href="https://dahlman.online/index.php/2023/12/15/cowards/">Cowards</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://dahlman.online/index.php/2023/12/15/cowards/embed/#?secret=T7cD0rpMfb" width="600" height="338" title="“Cowards” — Our America - Essays on Politics and American Life" data-secret="T7cD0rpMfb" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://dahlman.online/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> Cold War I am a child of the Cold War.  Among my earliest memories is living in the suburbs of Detroit in 1962.   I was in first grade, and sometime during the Thirteen Days of October (the Cuban Missile Crisis), all of the students of Bloomfield Village Elementary school were lined up against the hallway wall.  We were … Continue reading ""https://i0.wp.com/dahlman.online/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/IMG_3564-e1488996194684.jpg?fit=480%2C640&ssl=1480640