Today is the 65th anniversary of the first use of an atomic bomb in warfare. Monday will be the same anniversary of the second such use.
I did an essay on it a couple years back, here. And a posting about a man who was unlucky (and lucky) to have been in both cities when the bombs fell -- and lived to tell about it.
It bears remembering, what happened on this date sixty-five years ago, especially when you consider what tiny firecrackers Fat Man and Little Boy were compared to the H-bombs of today. Look at the graphic on the link. Despite the ending of the Cold War, there are still enough nukes to keep the rubble dancing and glowing in the dark for a long time.
"I am created Shiva, the Destroyer, Death, the shatterer of worlds. Who is this dog meat that challenges me?"
If somebody starts throwing nukes and it gets general, we are all dog meat, and it will be the roaches who run the show when the cooking is done ...