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[in 1951] We Were Also Told That The Russians Could Be Parachuting From Planes Over Our Town At Any Time. These Were The Same Russians That My Uncles Had Fought Alongside Only A Few Years Earlier. Now They Had Become Monsters Who Were Coming To Slit Our Throats And Incinerate Us. It Seemed Peculiar. Living Under A Cloud Of Fear Like This Robs A Child Of His Spirit. It's One Thing To Be Afraid When Someone's Holding A Shotgun On You, But It's Another Thing To Be Afraid Of Something That's Just Not Quite Real.

-Bob Dylan

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[in 1951] We Were Also Told That The Russians Could Be Parachuting From Planes Over Our Town At Any Time. These Were The Same Russians That My Uncles Had Fought Alongside Only A Few Years Earlier. Now They Had Become Monsters Who Were Coming To Slit Our Throats And Incinerate Us. It Seemed Peculiar. Living Under A Cloud Of Fear Like This Robs A Child Of His Spirit. It's One Thing To Be Afraid When Someone's Holding A Shotgun On You, But It's Another Thing To Be Afraid Of Something That's Just Not Quite Real.

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