My uncle passed away a couple years ago at age 99. He was at the university studying mechanical engineering when he joined the army in WW II and was sent to Oak Ridge to run a shift of local boys enriching uranium. He went on to machining plutonium bomb cores at Los Alamos. When he was about 95 or so, we were discussing his work during and after the war and I asked him about the machining tolerances. He paused for a couple seconds and I thought he was trying to remember something from so long ago. Then he said “I can’t tell you that. It’s classified.”
—”Then he said “I can’t tell you that. It’s classified.”
Thank you, that was sometimes the answer my wife received from her coworker. And I wondered if she had phrased the question differently...