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Friday, May 29, 2015

Thermonuclear Reactions


      
                           

                                                       USS Cape St. George
                                                                      CG 71

                                               Ensign Kevin Burns and grandfather
                                                     photo by Brian Burns

     In ceremonies this May, Kevin Burns graduated from Cornell University and was commissioned an Ensign in the U.S. Navy. In July he will begin study at the Navy's Nuclear Propulsion School in Charleston, S.C. with training for the submarine service. A final research paper at Cornell was entitled; Tactical Nuclear Weapons; Their Invention, Integration and Effect on Warfighting Doctrine from the 1940s to the 1970s. Kevin sent the paper to me, his grandfather aware of my interest in the subject and of course all his work.
     The paper carries the reader over a distressing several decades during which the planet was hostage to expanding nuclear forces and the possible threat of extinction. In 1945, SAC's General Curtis LeMay, the "father" of strategic firebombing said that the only nuclear bomb he wanted was one that could destroy all of Russia. J.Robert Oppenheimer was the "father" and "mother" of the American atomic bomb. "Opie" maintained that strategic nukes were unusable and ultimately self-defeating. They would have to be honed down to a less devastating size to have battle field value. Oppenheimer was declared a threat to national security, fired from his job and the U.S. proceeded to build the "super" weapon, a hydrogen bomb.* But the U.S. also developed "tactical" weapons and Secretary of State John Foster Dulles fully expected that these nukes would gradually replace conventional weapons and be used. In the 1950s, as the French military sank deeper into Vietnamese rain forests, Dulles offered the French for their use two nuclear weapons, ". . . neither one nor three, two!" ** The offer was not accepted.
     At about the same time the U.S. Navy distributed to personnel an elongated card, The Atomic, Biological and Chemical Warfare Handi-Pocket Reference. It was designed to be folded in two places and carried in the wallet. Thus it was readily available to help the sailor identify and deal with with suspicious incoming ordinance -  such as (paraphrase):
     Nerve Agents - Appearance, no distinctive appearance, no distinctive odor; Effects - no immediate effects - later headaches, shortness of breath, convulsions, paralysis of the respiratory organs; First Aid - Don mask - seek medical assistance.
     The ABC Handi-Pocket Reference was more helpful concerning a nuclear attack.
     Nuclear Weapon - Appearance, earthquake-like; Effects - bright light, concussion, heat, with causalities and damage dependent on distance from ground zero. First aid - seek medical assistance..
     My ABC Reference was never consulted in terror.But it remained in my wallet for decades until the USSR imploded - it now rests in a
Cuban cigar box among my most cherished collectibles.
      In March 1962, I sat at a steel gray desk staring at a card inscribed with one word "THINK". I did and then resigned from IBM. In September I started teaching at T.R. Proctor High School and over the next two years instructed students of grades 7,8,9,10, and 11. As my first class of 7th graders filed into the room I was struck by one characteristic - they were really short.. They also proved to be funny, there was much laughter. They were eager to learn anything. I would tell them ghost stories - then test - "Revolutionary War ghosts prefer to vacation at (A) Fort Ticonderoga, (B) Fort William Henry, (C) Fort Crown Point, (D) all of the above." But I digress.
     Monday morning, October 15th - the first day of the Cuban
Missile Crisis. Seventh graders entered the classroom and piled up around my desk asking questions. "Is there going to be a War?" "Are the Cubans going to invade us?" "Are the Russians going to bomb us?" "Are we going to be killed?" Absolutely surprised I spent the next twenty minutes saying soothing things to frightened children - "Stop it! There will be No War !" Having just said that for perhaps a fifth time the twenty foot window shade decided to race to the top
and slam repeatedly around the rod. The students screamed. I yelped. It was our introduction to war nerves.
     The 1970s witnessed the development of neutron bomb technology. There were high hopes for neutron weapons - such weapons might be ideal for urban combat - rooting out and killing guerrillas without devastating bridges and department stores.
Maybe yes, probably no. But as of 2015, with a single exception, nuclear armed nations  have been unwilling to use nuclear weapons in armed conflict. The exception was the U.S. that did use atomic bombs against Japan, a non nuclear state. To date nuclear armed nations have feared the "known" consequences that would inevitably follow an escalation into nuclear war, e.g. the scramble by most states to obtain their own nuclear arsenal. The "unknown" are horrific to imagine, e.g. how does a military planner identify his/her front line? But this nonuse could certainly change - and the rise of violent non state actors complicates things still further.
    The dance of the human species with "litt'le shyn'ng man the atom" as Riddley Walker would say continues.*** Atomic energy has brought benefits to millions and simultaneously extraordinary danger to the planet. There have been four catastrophes and one near miss - Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Chernobyl, Fukushima Daiichi and Three Mile Island. One wonders what's next.


Burns, Kevin. Tactical Nuclear Weapons unpublished manuscript. May 2015.
See Also: * Bird, Kai American Prometheus; J.Robert Oppenheimer 2007.
Cohen, S.T. The Truth About the Neutron Bomb 1983.
**Hearts and Minds  film   1974.
 ***Hoban, Russell. Riddley Walker 1980
Nichols, Thomas et al.Tactical Nuclear Weapons and NATO 2012.

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Voyage From Sweden - John Oskar's Report (3 of 3)



   
ELLIS ISLAND: John Oskar Lindell; Arrival July 1, 1923; Scandinavian; 
                           Last residence, Botkyrka, Sweden; Age 19y; Male; Single; 
                           S/S Stockholm; Description, 5'11", Brown hair, Blue eyes,
                           Laborer; Address in US, Uncle Sigfrid Karlson, 36 Myrtle 
                           Ave, Jersey City, N.J.

 A few years later . . .  John Oskar and Mary Malone Lindell



      June 26, Tuesday, 3-4 PM
     The last 24 hours we have had the highest speed so far; 349 nautical-miles compared to the usual 325-345, thanks to the weather. Yesterday we had a complete "Grona Lund" amusement park on board. In II class as well as in III class there was dancing and on our deck a violin player, a real folk music player, and below the deck violin and piano and in the cabins concertina and mouth organ and some so-called singers. Today between 3 and 4 o'clock I will send the telegram that I mentioned to you. A guy who was sick during the whole journey did not get up until yesterday and among the women folks there are some still in bed. I on my part am completely well. I want Ester's and the Tureberg people's addresses, please don't forget that!
     The other day I got stuck with my raincoat in a deck chair. The slit got ripped up. The cleaning lady will mend it. Harry Vinther sends his regards to the Vallgrens. He is an able-bodied seaman on board. Tell Tore and Sigrid to learn how to swim this year as it is very good to know. They say that it is very warm weather in America. When I get there I shall have to take off long johns and a couple of shirts. The Soderfors boy whom Uncle Otto introduced me to at the Central Station is a skillful violin player. He often plays on board. He is an iron-turner by profession. He does not travel alone, he is accompanied by his sister. There are people from all over Sweden here and some Germans, Jews, Finns and Russians too. Stockholm is badly represented. Those from Stockholm have not got any travel money. I wouldn't have any either, if not . . . (?)
     I want Uncle Alfred's and Uncle Otto's addresses. I will write cards sometime. Ask the garden hand at Stavshall if he could take some snaps/photos of you.He is a good photographer. Then you will send me pictures too. I might have forgotten to pack my shaving brush. I will search through my luggage once more. I have a very bad pencil.
     June 28, Thursday, 2 PM
     Today the boy from Gotland and I had a drink of my cordial, it tasted very good. I found the soap brush at the same moment. I no longer feel sick by the air indoors, as I did the first time on board when I only wanted to throw up as soon as I got under deck. The number of letter writers is increasing. One notices this as we are approaching the destination. I misled you about the boy from Gotland. He has met his father. His mother did not want to go. The last 24 hours we have covered 330 nautical-miles. It gets warmer everyday. One takes off heaps of underwear. The air in the cabins starts getting stuffy.
     John Vedin is an emigrant who got robbed of 300-400 crowns before he left Stockholm. His coat was cut up and his wallet stolen. It happened in a crowd at Kungstradgarden. The boys from Gastrikland traveled by the same train to Goteborg. They saw Vedin walk crying on the platform all night. He is married and has five children. A subscription list has been circulated on board and I contributed 1 crown.  
     My old pencil is worn out which is OK as the lead was very bad. I still use the pen holder. I would appreciate if Gosta (brother) would send my regards and thank the boys from home who traveled to the Central Station to say goodbye to me. I really appreciate to see them and I had not expected it. I will remember them with a few lines now and then. I will have a huge job writing to everyone I promised. I want to know Gothberg's PO Box number in Tullinge. He also wants to hear from me. Yesterday the office was closed. I will send the telegram today. Yesterday we got our passes, where your name, age, native country and an ordinal number in gigantic figures is written. I have number 22. I hope it will bring me luck.
     June 29, Friday, 8:30 AM.
     Today at noon it will be exactly 10 days since we put off from Gothenburg. Early tomorrow morning we shall reach New York. Yesterday afternoon I went up to the telegraph station and wrote the following telegram: "Lindell Separator Tumba Sweden. (father, employer, location)
Go ashore Monday. All is well. Regards, John" According to a message on the notice board it would cost 6 crowns but the telegraph operator informed me that it would cost 16.20. I was very surprised but learned that 6 crowns was applicable while we were still in direct connection with Sweden. Now we were close to the American coast. On Midsummer's Eve I could have sent the telegram but I wanted to wait some days. That's why you did not receive any telegram.
     We have had +23 C  (73 F) until 6-7 PM. Yesterday evening at 7:40 we watched for the first time the blood red sun set in the sea. On the surface were just a few small ripples, no wind at all. I can tell you that it was very beautiful indeed.

Translation; by Christina Spolen, John Oskar's niece.
See online - Ellis Island Foundation