Close on timing, I'm 40 now, was in HS on 9/11. I don't have high hopes for the next 40 if you read any of my other posts, but I agree with you, we live in very interesting times. I don't miss the bomb drills, though. Yeah, they still had those when I was in elementary, in TX at least.
We had drills as a child in case of nuclear war. We lived way down south of London in a village like place, close to the coastline to give you an idea. As an adult when I began to read about nuclear energy and how the bombs worked and their devastation, I questioned just what the hell adults were thinking then. Hiding under a desk or a coat closet????
At the same time we were dealing with our own messes. We were definitely far away from an IRA activity but it still didn't stop people from crapping their pants if they saw someone who didn't fit in the area or had an Irish accent. Coincidentally we did have some close calls in the village because most people either had family in targeted areas or had been there days prior to an attack. It's a little different from now where you'll find people eying up someone with a middle eastern or olive complexion and suspect them of being up to no good. But when the people look like you? That's worse. My family narrowly missed an attack by a few days. I forget which one it was. Dad had something come up and we needed to go earlier than we had to. I'm quite certain my father, days later, had to have a change of his trousers when he heard the news of what happened. Prior to this, dad wasn't too thrilled he had to drop everything at a moment's notice and be stuck on the road for a long time with crabby kids half awake. Days later he was thankful for his work interrupting his premade plans.
When I do retire I'm moving back, but to the countryside. Far from anything harmful other than teenagers puking their guts out having had too much shit wine. Damn shame because I've lived in the middle of nowhere in the US before and loved the atmosphere of it all. Too much crime these days.
None of this has much to do with what's going on in Ukraine, but to a point it's like brothers fighting against each other. I've read countless reports of people having to go to war and knowing they're fighting cousins or other relatives on the Russian side and it is painful for them. I suppose in a way that's how the Yugoslav wars were like, althought I'm not very educated on the matters that happened in the 90s. Too depressing to read about it all.