I was 12 years old and living in Edmonton with my foster family at the time. Probably early on in the course of WWIII, I would have gone home to be with my real family living in Grande Prairie, a few hundred kilometres to the northwest in northern Alberta. My foster family would've also tried to get out of Edmonton while they could, most likely out to Pigeon Lake about an hour's drive south of Edmonton. My foster dad's brothers and friends had cabins by that lake and often went there during the summer.
As my real dad is Australian and has friends and relatives in Australia, it's possible that my real family and I would have tried to get a flight to Sydney and if he was worried enough, arrange to have us stay with friends and/or relatives elsewhere in NSW, Victoria or Queensland - hopefully well away from any of the major cities and major RAAF/RAN bases.
If my family wasn't successful in getting out to Oz, which was pretty likely, we would've just stuck it out up north in Grande Prairie while the nukes flew.
As my real dad is Australian and has friends and relatives in Australia, it's possible that my real family and I would have tried to get a flight to Sydney and if he was worried enough, arrange to have us stay with friends and/or relatives elsewhere in NSW, Victoria or Queensland - hopefully well away from any of the major cities and major RAAF/RAN bases.
If my family wasn't successful in getting out to Oz, which was pretty likely, we would've just stuck it out up north in Grande Prairie while the nukes flew.
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