A US test of MIRV warheads in a ballistic missile. In typical applications, this would be the last thing your eyes were able to see
“Mommy, look! A falling star!”, the child yelled, and pointed. There was a burning line in the sky, splitting into a claw-shape.
The mother enfolded her child in her arms, hugging her tightly to her breast, “Oh, sweetie. Close your eyes and make a wish.” She turned her back on the falling suns and breathed deeply of the warm smell of the child’s hair.
That made my breath catch a little. Terrifying and beautiful.
I’m completely obsessed right now with a song on this topic, by Midnight Oil.
polishsalami@#2:
I’m completely obsessed right now with a song on this topic, by Midnight Oil.
That’s really unsettling. I need to listen to it more. Thanks for the reference.
errantmoon@#1:
Terrifying and beautiful.
Thank you.
Agree with errantmoon at #1: This hits like a thunderbolt. Bone-shaking power.
Still learning,
Robert