Here is a photo of my father, first person on the left, which appeared in National Geographic in June 1986 and August 2005. Notice how he is leaning forward in anticipation of the next nuclear explosion. I remember in 1986 when this issue National Geographic came out, I asked my father if he was the one in the photo and he said “yes”.
The National Geographic states, “Shielded only by dark goggles, guests of the U.S. military settle back in 1951 to witness a nuclear blast on the Eniwetak Atoll in the Pacific Ocean. The test was part of Operation Greenhouse, whose blasts resulted in signficant downwind fallout, posing health risks to spectators and test personnel. Exposure to radioactive fallout from nuclear tests in the United States alone may have killed an estimated 11,000 persons from cancer, according to a U.S. government study by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. The study reported that “any person living in the continguous United States since 1951 has been exposed to radioactive fallout.”‘
In all, my father had a VIP seat and watched at least 131 atomic and nuclear bombs explode. He loved his work, and loved explosions. He would watch bombs explode and then come home. We were sick and in pain all the time. I was an adult before I realized that people lived without pain.
Bone cancer was found throughout his whole body; the doctors could not locate its origin. He died during the fireworks on the 4th of July, exiting with a great explosion of light.
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