Well that was close, call wise. I mean there we were at the brink, the edge, the lip of the abyss. And the enemy blinked. Or we did. Somebody blinked.
My first time was in October 1962, when the US President and the pudgy Russian dictator threatened to blow me and the rest of the world up over the tiny island of Cuba.
For 13 days we lived on tippy-toe and spoke in whispers. We rattled our rosaries while the politicians rattled their nuclear sabers.
We argued about whether it was the moral thing to do to plug our neighbour and his kids and his dogs if they tried to steal our bottled water and tinned beans from our fallout shelter.
But we got through it.
Only to be confronted by nuclear holocaust some fifty years later, not over an island but this time, a peninsula.
Surely you haven't forgotten already. You can't be that busy, so busy that you've forgotten the threat of heavenly hell fire raining down on our shopping malls and nail salons.
Come on people. Korea. We almost went toe-to-toe with the North Koreans in a nuclear free-for all.
It was in all the papers. It was on the television, the twitterverse, the blogosphere. Suited people ran to microphones and said we have to take these threats seriously. We really do.
Let me refresh. Kim Jong-Un, another pudgy dictator, said he was putting his country on war alert and was toying with the idea of a nuclear missile launch against the south and anybody who got in his way. Mainly the US.
It was on all the newscasts. Pentagon people told breathless reporters who told us that we had to take the threats seriously. If we didn't, well, there would be serious consequences nuclear annihilation-wise.
The US navy rushed to the scene. I saw the pictures of the boats in all the papers.
Foreign correspondents descended on Seoul, the capital of the intended target and interviewed the locals. Sadly they couldn't find a single South Korean who was the least bit concerned about the impending doom.
They had heard it all before from Kim's father and his grandfather. It was kind of a family tradition.
Then somebody said -- wait a minute. Aren't we talking about a 29-year-old kid here? He hasn't got the nuclear capability to take out a Korean grill house, let alone a country.
His North Korea is bankrupt, his army's broke, his people are starving. He hasn't got enough air force for an acrobatic team and by the way the kid is 29.
He's not crazy, nor is he suicidal. Look at him. He loves pizza and expensive brandy too much to end it all.
Besides, three seconds after he launched anything, his country would become a parking lot for commuters in Seoul.
But the newspapers kept telling us about the threat. That was a mere three weeks ago. Since then, nothing.
No emergency press conferences, no Pentagon brass hats standing in the Rose Garden, no doomsday clock, no threats by anybody.
The last thing I read was that Kim wanted to make nice with the United States.
All the flap did was make a few of us anxious and give the media one more thing to be shrill about.
At least the Cuba thing had some reality pushing it.
The Korea Nuclear Holocaust Threat will keep us going until the next Nuclear Holocaust Threat comes along, I guess.
Has anybody checked on Iceland lately?