It reminded me that Bert, Mike, and I were on The Continent when that went down. As the cloud wafted across Europe all the news services advised:
- Don't go outside.
- If you have to go outside, try not to contact any dirt or breathe it in.
At the tail end of the run my platoon was dropped for pushups in some of the fine local German dirt (probably because of my own smart@ss behavior). While pushing-up I informed our cadre of the proscription against playing in fallout. Maybe they thought we'd absorbed sufficient rads already and a few more wouldn't hurt. Dunno. I think I pulled my shirt up over my nose to keep the bigger particulate crap out.
I recently had a chest xray (TB screening for C-FB ISD) and there were no chernobyl-shaped spots in my lungs. That's always a plus.
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I hadn't thought of Chernobyl in years. None of my three kids had two heads or anything like that. This is a good thing. The older two were toddlers when I lived across from Hardt Kaserne in the housing area.
Too bad ...
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