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> that's little consolation for the 200,000 civilians we vaporized in an instant. And they’re the lucky ones.

• _DeadFred_ 2y ago
  My grandpa was there as a Marine as soon as the armistice was over (he went from the horror of burning out japanese from tunnels with flamethrowers to that). He didn't talk about it much, but he sure hated Reagan and Reagan's love for nukes. By the time I was around his hips had melted away and had to be replaced. I have the Rossarie he carried there. I'm not really religious, but I figure if it could get him through a post nuclear attacked city it can be my lucky talisman as well. People make fun of the fifties 'just make it look like everyone was happy' mindset, but can you blame these people? He was a young Iowa farm boy. He grew up riding his horse to school, no cars. Then off to be a Marine in the Pacific (because he and everyone from his town was too recent of German descent to be trusted to go to Europe, plus the town had a German language newspaper before the war, which of course, by the end, no trace of being German was left. Only red blooded American English speakers) who saw the effects of nuclear war. Dude just wanted to drink a beer and listen to polka music on Laurence Welk.