At the movies they show a newsreel of the hydrogen bomb going off at Bikini Atoll.
It is really scary. At first it’s so bright you can’t even see it. Then it turns into the biggest mushroom cloud you can imagine.
The Atom bomb could blow up the whole city. And The H-bomb is like a million times bigger. It makes the A-bomb seem like a firecracker in comparison.
I heard somewhere that there’s chance the H-Bomb will start a chain reaction that will destroy the atmosphere, killing all life on the planet. Every single living thing will die.
Great. Like I didn’t have enough to be scared of. But at least, if the atmosphere is destroyed, there probably won’t be any more tornadoes.
But it’s a really small chance that we’ll burn up the atmosphere, so we need to keep on testing bigger and better H-bombs.
I lie awake in bed wondering what it will be like when the air catches fire.
Will I be burned alive, or will I die gasping for breath? Neither one appeals to me.
Then there’s the Neutron bomb, which kills people but leaves buildings alone. What good are buildings if there are no people? And there’s the Cobalt bomb, which will make the whole planet radioactive for thousands of years. Who dreams up these things?
Over the next few months, it seems like every other day Russia tests a new and bigger bomb, and then we test a newer and even bigger one.
The good news is, the air hasn’t burned up. Yet.
All I can think is, what are we thinking? This is crazy. If there is ever a war, we’re all dead. Even if we’re not, will what’s left be worth saving?
What’s the point of that kind of war?
Dad tries to explain that each side needs to keep up with the other.
If we can each kill each other equally, and neither one of us can stop the other one from killing us, then maybe neither one of us will want to start the war.
That’s really stupid. Why don’t we both just agree to stop building new and bigger ones? Wouldn’t that make more sense?
You know, Dad says, I think you may be on to something.