was on my phone so i wanted to come back to this. I was born in the early 60s, grew up in a military family and was later in the army myself.
Alongside all the other stuff that was happening in the 60s/70s/80s (IRA, Vietnam, the Red Army Faction, Red Brigades and Pol Pot among others)
I spent most of the 70s & 80s in Germany, not very far from the Inner German Border with frequent trips to Berlin. The cold war was a constant presence. From knowing which bridges would be blown up to hinder advancing Soviet tanks, to siren tests and the large NATO exercises every 4 years (and all other smaller ones sprinkled through the year)
Threads was set in my hometown and i had been outside the shops that were destroyed in the initial blast on the afternoon it was broadcast. Chilling. The Day After and, especially, Where The Wind Blows, served to drive the point home: whatever comes afterwards will probably be a huge struggle due to either the after effects of Radiation Poisoning, or human nature. I agreed with everyone who said "if it comes, run towards the blast"
I worried I'd be away from my family when the balloon went up, and worried for my soldier father as a kid, then i worried about being separated from my family and being stuck in my bunker as a soldier with nothing much to come out too.
And while it wasn't a constant worry all the time every day, it was bubbling somewhere in my subconsciousness, so every time something went pear-shaped (i spoke to my dad and friends about Able Archer 83 a lot, since i took part in several of the subsequent Able Archer exercises) and knowing just how close we came then to something awful, i am still astounded that we didn't all end up dead before the year 2000.
TBH climate change gives me the same vibe now.