So tonight after our 3 girls had been asleep a few hours and I was saying goodnight to the wifey, the "Code Red" sirens sounded here for the first time since 2012. I live an entire 40 miles from the nearest possible point of origin for a rocket launch, so we had a leisurely 90 seconds to get into shelter (areas closer have as little as
15 seconds to get into cover from the moment a launch is detected). Since we had the foresight to use the apartment's reinforced concrete room for the kids' bedroom, we simply gathered up the cat and snuck in to the room ourselves. Pulling aside the makeshift bug screen on the window, I pulled the heavy steel shutter shut and settled down to wait for the all-clear signal. After a few seconds, we heard 3 vaguely distant (yet quite distinct) booms. Whether they were successful interceptions or ground impacts, we didn't know (I now know they hit, but apparently not anything damaging).
There's been 154 launches targeted at population centers in the last 24 hours. 29 of those were successfully intercepted. The military has received approval to call up 40,000 reservists. Knowing the excellent track record and reputation my reserves unit has, I would not be surprised if we are among the 40k. It's just the waiting, the not knowing, that's hard. Every time my phone rings, my heart jumps a little.
So anyway, that's my life recently. How's yours?