The laugher that isn’t funny

The daily (as we used to say in the biz) has “a little fun” with this story of the discovery of a 1950s-60s bomb shelter in the backyard of an Austin-area home. The retired Air Force colonel who had it dug deep into the limestone and outfitted it for weeks of underground living gets ribbed (in the thoughtless modern manner) by the oh-so sophisticated moderns who are so much wiser.

But the colonel knew what he was doing. Ground Zero hereabouts in that time period would have been then-Bergstrom Air Force Base (now Austin’s international airport) because it was a Strategic Air Command base with B-52 bombers loaded with nukes and on standby, ready to fly north and over the pole to Moscow.

Depending on the megatonage of any Russian strike against the base, and whether multiple missiles saturated the area, the shelter could have been vaporized along with much of Austin. If it had survived, it (and the city) would have been under the fallout of radioactive dirt and debris thrown aloft from the base by the explosions and raining down on the area, possibly for days.

That’s all much less likely to happen now. Not because the Rooskies are any more rational than they were then (though they are considerably less armed), but because the tempting target is no more. No more base, no more B-52s and no more nukes. We should be home free. Even the Mullahs are more likely to target the White House or Wall Street than relatively-inconsequential Austin. So our oh-so-sophisticated mockers are free to have all the fun they want.

Via Instapundit.

6 responses to “The laugher that isn’t funny

  1. Brings to mind the neverending story of the little red hen.

  2. Yep and get this: According to Wikipedia, the hen’s story is a folk tale that is most likely of Russian origin.

  3. You know, one of my few hard memories from childhood is the Cuban missile crisis. The talks about shelters of all kinds, plus quite a lot of Ray Bradbury I have consumed by then created an unforgettable imprint in my memory. So I would be the last to laugh at the good colonel.

  4. I was living in Munich at the time and watched the thing unfold on Armed Forces Television. More than a little bemused, though not feeling vulnerable in the least. The missiles might fly over our heads, going east and west, but none were expected to land in West Germany.

  5. Hey, that’s a great idea. Let’s completely disarm so the enemy won’t have any targets.

    As for the Germany of your youth, that would have been as safe as the Germany of 1945, but thank God there wouldn’t be missiles! (Actually, the Soviets had smaller tac nukes at the ready, as well as CB agents.)

  6. We seem to be in the process of disarming now, courtesy of the Democrat party.

    The Germany of my youth was whipped and being coddled by the U.S. which used their territory for our air bases and tanks, but our nuke missiles were in Italy and Turkey (where my parents lived) not West Germany (where I was going to college) and I imagine the Soviets knew it. We wound up trading our Turkey missiles for the ones they’d sent to Cuba, probably in retaliation for the ones we had in Turkey—not quite as close to their border as Cuba was to us, but almost.