![]() What good does that do? It was something I always talked to my girls about. This was something I never understood, screaming. Others thought it was simply the first salvo in a full nuclear exchange, became terror-stricken, and ran, screaming. When the cloud first became visible, some people panicked. It didn’t help that there were others in the park positively losing their minds. But even this little girl could sense the horror she was witnessing. She had no frame of reference for what she was looking at. I looked down at her as she stared wide-eyed at the spectacle. Little Bit came up and gripped my hand tightly. A mushroom cloud rising over an American city. It was a constant fear of this very image. Being one that grew up in a time when the Berlin wall fell, I could remember what the tail end of the Cold War felt like. ![]() We stood for a long time and watched as the mushroom cloud climbed above the horizon. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons-living or dead-is entirely coincidental. ![]() Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission of Angery American Enterprises Inc. Copyright © 2017 by Angery American Enterprises Inc. ![]()
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