I am a true child of the Atomic age. I was five years old when The United States tested its first atom bomb in July, 1945 at Alamogordo, New Mexico. I was still five when, a month later, President Truman, having decided to use this fearsome technology against Japan, sent the Enola Gay, bearing the new atomic bomb–affectionately called Little Boy–winging its way towards the annihilation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I was teaching high school at the crux of the October Missile Crisis of 1962 (I was twenty-two by then). The radio was on in the classroom, and we were all getting ready to dive under the desks.
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