I used to do a lot of work at Hanford in Washington State where they built the first reactors to get the uranium. My mom told me “That’s where Stan Mindy went. He built aircraft wings there.”
“Um - that may be what he told you mom, but that’s not what he did there. He help build the A-bombs.”
“No - it was aircraft wings - I’m sure of it.”
Actually, Stan may have thought that he WAS building wings. Everything was very compartmentalized, with only a few of the big wigs knowing what was being developed.
I had planned to watch it tonight on DVD. - Alas, no electrictity since 1600 hours & still sitting here with candles/flashlight in the dark. = NOT even a guess from the city as to when we will have electricity again.
Last bad storm, I lost all the food in my deep freezer. = !@#$%!
Yours, TMN78247
That’s what my uncle told me. He knew he was running an isotope separation process, but didn’t know what for. After the war, he worked at Los Alamos machining plutonium cores. About 8 years ago (he was 90), we were talking about his work and I casually inquired about machining precision and tolerances. He stopped, paused for a few moments, and said “I can’t tell you that - it’s classified.” You really have to respect a man like that who takes his oath seriously and to his grave. My dad (my uncle’s brother) was like that, too. At the end of his career, all he could tell me about the huge defense project he was managing “Son, you wouldn’t believe how important this is to our national security.” Not a word more to his dying day. What a great generation!