Late July, 1991:
It was one of those hellishly hot days here in Albuquerque, where you either stayed inside with the air conditioner running, or found a swimming pool someplace, or just sat in front of a fan and tried to stay cool. I was working as a student intern out on Kirtland Air Force Base, in a chemistry lab, where I did radiochemistry work with americium-241 and plutonium-238. That was one of the days when my mom picked me up.
We were driving along a long, winding road leading out of the base. Suddenly the stream of cars slowed down, and stopped. Straight ahead, we saw several military vehicles blocking the road. Standing in the vehicles were "military guys with very big guns" (as my my mom described it later).
We'd seen the signs all summer: WARNING: CONVOYS. That day, we found out what the signs meant. Far head, we spotted several huge transport vehicles with missiles on them. The trucks were flanked by security vehicles, with more heavily armed soldiers making it very obvious that this was serious shit. I suddenly remembered what one of my friends at the labs had told me: "You'll see convoys of missiles. Those are nuclear weapons. They're moving them so they can be dismantled. Don't have to worry about the Russians anymore, you know."
It was utterly surreal. That was when I realized what was behind the huge "doors" in the Manzano Mountains. It had always been something lurking at the back of all of our minds during the Reagan years: nukes. Soviet nukes pointed our way, ready to launch. Reagan with his finger on the button. As a pre-teen in the early 1980s, I'd tell my mom about my nuclear attack nightmares; she'd tell me about "duck and cover" when she lived at White Sands Missile Range in the late 1950s.
Strange, then, that my undergraduate studies in chemistry lead me to work with transuranics... stranger, still, that I eventually wound up working at the Hanford Nuclear Site, on yet another student internship. My project involved analysis of the waste that had resulted from nuclear bomb production during the Cold War.
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The Hanford Nuclear Site.
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Hanford's B Reactor (more).
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A little history:
The Hanford Site is in southeastern Washington State (see the map at the right). It played a critical role in the Manhattan Project, for that was where plutonium for the bomb that was dropped on Nagasaki was produced.
As we all know, the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki were a catastrophic and deadly announcement to the world of the birth of a new weapon - a "Sword of Armageddon" that heralded one of the most frightening periods in history: the Cold War.
Hanford became a very busy place. A "war" was on. The US had a nuclear arms race to run... and run we did. At the peak of nuclear weapons production, approximately 70 bombs were coming off the assembly line a day. In 1967, we had a staggering 70,000 nuclear warheads poised for use. The number declined over the years; by the time the Cold War had ended, our stockpile had been reduced to about 21,500 warheads.