Now where was I? Oh yeah, I'm standing in the middle of a bull's-eye surrounded by the makings of a world-class nuclear holocaust. Now how you may ask did the world end up in such a predicament when we have brilliant politicians, and the United Nations, that are supposed to prevent just such things from happening. Fact is there are very large and heavy books written about that very subject. But I think I can tell you the only things you need to know in just a few paragraphs, or maybe a lot of paragraphs, we shall see.
It was either President Eisenhower or Pres. Kennedy that put some nuclear missiles in some countries that bordered the USSR and this irritated the heck out of the Russian Prime Minister Nikita Khrushchev. This was more painful to Khrushchev than watching Miley Cyrus do a lap dance on a Saguaro. So he started thinking of ways to get the United States to get those missiles off of his doorstep
Meanwhile back in America, the Cuban refugees living in Miami were forming militia groups in an effort to invade Cuba and take back their country from Fidel Castro, there was Alpha 66, Brigade 2506, and some others which trained in the Everglades and were secretly funded by the CIA. I knew a kid in high school that was in Alpha 66 and these were very serious people willing to die to take back Cuba.
The CIA picked Brigade 2506 as their lead group and moved them down to a couple of South American countries, I think Nicaragua was one, and outfitted them with modern weaponry and a super secret, "cross your heart and hope to die" promise from Pres. Kennedy, that he would supply more personnel and air cover for their invasion. So armed with that bit of information the ragtag army hopped into their little boats and sailed, putted,and rowed, towards Cuba.
About that time someone in the Kennedy administration decided it would be a good idea to bomb some of the Cuban military bases near the beach where the attack was to take place, to soften them up a little bit. So they painted some World War II surplus B26 bombers the same colors as Cuban Air Force planes and dropped a few bombs on the Cubans. Somehow it was discovered that the United States was behind the bombing and this bit of information hit the world with more power than the bombs we had just dropped on Cuba. Suddenly the United Nations was all a twitter speaking dozens of incomprehensible languages all of which translated into, "Kennedy's a big meanie"!
Upon hearing this Pres. Kennedy got the vapors, and not wanting to hurt his reputation any more than he had, called off the air support for the Cuban invasion....uh-oh nothing good can come from that. To make matters worse, as if it could get worse. Possibly in an effort to try and not anger a couple of thousand heavily armed Cuban revolutionaries, someone "forgot" to tell the boys on the boats that they were on their own.
The rest, as they say is history. Without air cover, and with no relief forces arriving, the invasion force was slaughtered and the survivors were marched off to spend months in Cuban prisons until America paid a ransom for their freedom. Which caused the Cubans living in Miami to loathe and despise Pres. Kennedy to this day. And to the point that when Pres. Kennedy was assassinated the Miami Cuban community were the first ones that were suspected.
Now you may think that I've gone off into the weeds and completely forgotten about what I was supposed to be talking about, and you may be right, because the more I write about this episode of my life the more things I start remembering. And by living on Homestead Air Force Base I would hear things that were not in the news, and by living around a large Cuban population, I would hear things from their perspective. But when I finish this story tomorrow[I hope], you will see how all of that led up to me being on a nuclear war bull's-eye.