Today I went to visit an amazing place. Amazing not for it’s beauty or spiritual significance or for it’s healing powers or even for its wine. The thing that this place is dedicated to is nuclear destruction. Yeah that’s right, blowing our asses off the face of the planet. So why is this amazing and why was I there? Well, those who know me know that I have this weird fascination with nuclear history so learning that there was a fully functional Nike Hercules missile site just 10 miles from me piqued my interest!
This is a tease because I’m going to blog about the place and the visit in detail in an upcoming blog (trust me, you won’t have to wait long). What it did make me do is to sit down and listen to Pink Floyd’s album “The Final Cut”. The band made this just after the ill-advised Falklands’ war. Margaret Thatcher’s final act of madness. In true Bushian style, she put the whole country at risk for political gain. Many lost their lives, much damage was done, but we saved a few thousand sheep there from the hands of those evil Argentineans. I’m sure they were very relieved.
There’s something about Roger Waters’ lyrics on this album that draws on his personal history of losing his Father in WWII (which spawned Floyd’s opus “The Wall” ) that makes it all slam home with such vivid terror that you can’t help but stop and think about what we as a civilization do in the name of peace.
The USA suffers the most from this I believe. Being the only country on Earth to have ever used nuclear weapons in combat, I think, makes the US particularly sensitive to both the power to be gained and the price that has to be paid.
It was tangible today as I watched Nike Hercules missiles be raised from their bunker as they would have been when being readied to fire against the enemy. Just the sound of them being launched would kill you if you were any where near by. This is truly horrific power. Power that we need to put down and walk away from if we ever hope to lead normal lives.
To quote Waters
The rusty wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in, gives way and suddenly it’s day again. The sun is in the East even though the day is done. Two suns in the sunset, could be the human race is run.