It was 1971, I was 4 years old (you work it out), and the fighter jets were flying above, whizzing past over our heads.
My brothers and I ran inside the house in our village, hid under the bed and started to pray.
We could hear the bombs falling and exploding not too far away.
But, they never dropped any on our village – that’s another story.
Thing is, had they dropped one of those bombs on our house, I very much doubt the bed would have stopped it falling on our heads.
Moral of this short story is, hiding under the bed – or burying your head in the sand – won’t stop the bombs falling.
If you see trouble coming, don’t just hope it will go away. It won’t.
Do something about it.