It’s a scotching summers afternoon in UK, the middle of July 1945. In the tail of a group is trio of buses, filled with tired men. No one talks much. Sweat drips as they climb on top of a hill. Several miles away at a site called Journey of the death, there’s a hundred steel Tower holding a nuclear bomb.
There were no computers. There were no modern electronics. They were doing everything with wires and tape. It looked like it was wrapped up with dark tape and it was basically but it was very precious, it had to be, everything had to work perfectly.
Darkness descends, the men count the minutes to the detonation scheduled for 2 A.M. Everything nut bolt and screw has been doubled checked and every equation scrutinized in minute detail. But nobody can control the weather and shortly after midnight, a violent storm breaks.
☁️🌩️⛈️ Wind, rain and lightning tear across landscape.
The weather man was told by General Groves that the weather doesn’t clear in time to have a pre dawn detonation, then he was fired! maybe he was going to be shot at, Groves was extremely argitated.
Tension crackles among the men as the detonation is pushed back, and back again. And then in an hour before sunrise, the weather starts to clear. The weatherman can breath again. Groves goggles are handed out. In the desert theres total silence. In 60 seconds, 5 miles away in a clear night of site, detonation of the worlds first atomic bomb will be attempted. Nobody knows what’s going to happen. Will it work? Or will it kill them all?
10, 9, 8, 7…
As the countdown begins, there’s interference from a local radio station, a russian Klaus Fuchs hits over the line, he waited with a bated breath. And then… a site like no other lights up the world Infront of him.
Whoever heard the sound quietly during dawn, as a few seconds delay, this flash of light, formed this mushroom, shimmer in variety in colors then rose up. Brigadier Thomas Farrell was bewildered by how the whole country was lighted up in the intensity many times that in the middays summer. It was golden, purple, violet, grey and blue. It lighted every peak, bridges in the nearby mountain range with a clarity and beauty that cannot be described.
They were happy yes, but from the beginning why was this bomb created?