Seventy years after the city of Hiroshima was destroyed by one atomic bomb what puzzles me is this: where has the fear gone?
Like most of my generation, growing up in the fifties and sixties my thoughts and night-time dreams were haunted by the bomb. During the Cold War years, as the nuclear stockpile grew ever larger and the bombs more powerful, it often seemed we were only a human miscalculation or technical error away from annihilation. A hard rain was gonna fall, for sure. Continue reading “How we stopped worrying and learned to forget The Bomb”