Showing posts with label wrist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wrist. Show all posts

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Peace Through Deterrence (01-04-12)


   The Peace Through Deterrence policy was adopted many years ago by the U.S. military, and basically refers to the idea that the best way for us to keep peace is with our military strength and nuclear capability,  To that end, many nuclear missiles were built and housed in missile silos in the U.S.. and aimed at our enemy of the day, the Russians.  Those of us with a few years under our belts remember the Cold War and how uncertain life could seem back then.  Life has changed in many ways since then, and I think we, the general public,  have grown quite complacent in recent years.
The reason I bring this up is because Paul and I had an interesting visit at the Titan II Missile Museum in Arizona. BENSON 096 But before I go into details, here’s an update on my wrist:
I am sporting a beautiful new blue cast, which is much more comfortable than the splint was.  The bones are lined up well enough that unless they move, I won’t need surgery.  I will go back to the doctor next week for more X-rays to make that determination.  In the meantime I am trying not to use it much, although it’s hard because of the frustration factor.  Yes, Linda, I am right handed, so really, I am pretty lucky in that regard.
I have added some “stylin” new sneakers to my wardrobe, to allay some of the aforementioned frustration, and my too cute husband thinks I need to wear the bracelet the hospital gave me for a little while longer, haha.
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So, on to the missile silo:
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This picture is of a 1970s test launch of the Titan II ICBM (Intercontinental Ballistic Missile), from an underground silo similar to the one we visited. I wanted to show it to give the second picture some perspective.










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This picture was taken by me, looking down into the silo at the rocket, from the glass enclosure at the top.  Its hard to see, but the rocket is 103 feet tall, all underground.







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The tour was two-pronged, giving us information about both the structure itself, and the lives of the people who were assigned to the silo.
The interior wall was built to survive a nuclear attack. The  walls were steel reinforced cement, up to 8’ thick.  This door alone weighs 6000 lbs.  Its swings 1/4 inch above the floor and has not shifted or sagged since it was built over 30 years ago.

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The entire hallway is full of shock absorbers, and the interior rooms are on springs.  On the surface there are over 10 radio antennas, of varying designs, to ensure that the people inside would not lose contact with military commanders. One antenna is over 100 ft tall, but like the missile, it is mostly underground and would have been raised up if it had been needed.


       Silo doorsThe Silo was manned by 4 military personnel at all times.  The crew worked in 24 hour shifts and could bring things like books, to keep themselves occupied when not busy.  There was also a kitchen to prepare meals and bunks so they could sleep if they wanted.  Actually getting into the silo was a process.There were 4 phone calls they had to make to gain entry into each subsequent section.  Before leaving the nearby base for their shift, they were given a code that would get them in the gate. From the time they went through the gate they had 3 minutes to get to the next phone.  If they didn’t make it, the entire place shut down, and an emergency would be declared. Once they got through the 2nd call, they were being watched on camera as they walked down a flight of stairs to the next phone. If something BENSON 073looked wrong to the people inside, a button would be pushed, trapping them in the staircase, with no way out.    The only place the crew could be alone was in the crew quarters.  Everywhere else in the silo was a No Lone Zone, for safety and security reasons.



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The control room was the main hub, of course, and at least one of the two officers had to be in this room at all times, in case launch orders were received.  If that were to happen, the scenario would play out just about how we see it in the movies- each officer with one code, and one key, multiple boxes that have to be unlocked etc.  If the codes match those in the box, they move on to the next step, right up to  them turning their keys simultaneously, about 7 feet apart from each other.
If you look, you can see the huge spring in the background-one of the ones that the room rides on.
Two interesting things I learned: that Star Trek: First Contact was filmed here,  and that the military, in addition to using a 24 hr. clock to reduce confusion regarding AM and PM, also uses Greenwich Meantime as a standard time, to reduce potential confusion by not having to factor in time zones.  Its called Zulu Time.

Friday, December 30, 2011

It Could Have Been Worse…(12-30-11)

Well, we've left El Paso and have moved on to Benson AZ, where we'll  stay for New Years.
       This morning, while we were discussing the hike we intended to take today, Paul asked me if there was anything to see along the route we were going to take. That led to a short discussion of what we would see, etc. It also gave me the idea for the title for my next blog post:     The Difference Between Hiking and Walking. See, the reason he asked that is because yesterday we walked 6 miles, but it wasn't hiking. What are the differences?                                                                                                  
  Well, when I walk, I get bored, when I hike, I don't.  When I walk, I look at my watch every five minutes and wonder why an hour hasn't passed yet.  When I walk, I look at the ground ahead of me, and wish I had brought my Ipod.  When I hike, I look all around me, and not at the ground (which, in retrospect, can be a problem sometimes).  When I hike, I bring my hiking stick, both to help me with my footing, and also to use on any wild animals that might attack.   When I walk, I don't bother with the hiking stick. It just adds unnecessary weight.  When I hike, I happily pack up a lunch, and carry a lot of water in my pack. When I walk I just carry one or two bottles of water and maybe a snack. When I hike, my camera is out quite often and I take lots of pictures. When I walk, I bring the camera, but I am not sure why, because I don't take any pictures.

     The point to all this is that yesterday Paul and I went for a 6 mile walk on the San  Pedro River Trail.  There are no pictures, because nothing seemed picture worthy.  We thought we would actually be walking along the river, but the trail was too far away from it to see anything interesting. That's ok because that hike was just to get us "warmed up" for all the hiking we plan to do in the next few weeks, but we did buy a book of nearby hiking trails yesterday, so we would get to see something of interest while we are here.

    
 Today we were supposed to go on a 7.5 mile hike in Slavin Gulch in the Dragoon Mountains, about 30 miles from Benson.  This is an area that was frequented by Cochise, one of the most well known Apache Chiefs. Fascinating history around these parts. In fact, nearby is the area where Cochise met with the US government to hammer out a treaty.   We were hoping to see that area, Council Rocks, tomorrow.
   To get to the trailhead, we had to drive 10 miles down one of the roughest "roads" we've been on.  The guidebook recommends high clearance 4x4 vehicles, and they aren't kidding!  I tried to get a picture but it was too rough for that.  After finally reaching the end of the road, we started hiking to the gulch. Mentally I was comparing how much fun I was having today, compared to yesterday.
And that's when the day took a turn for the worse.

I screwed up.  I was going over a short barbed wire fence and didn't check well enough to see if the boulder I put my foot on was secure.  It wasn't.   I knew the minute I fell that I had broken my wrist.  Paul immediately took off my rings and watch, before my arm could swell too much.  After downing 3 Advil, we turned back and slowly made our way back to the truck, and back down that lovely road that seemed even worse on the way back! 
We drove a little further than the nearest town because we wanted one big enough to have a decent hospital.  We landed in the ER in Sierra Vista, and they did a great job of checking me out.  After confirming that I do indeed have a radial fracture, we discussed options.  Apparently the bone appears to be broken in two places.  They suggested that we head up to Tucson and see a orthopedic surgeon there, to determine our best course of action.
Tuesday we'll head up for the day since its only 45 miles from us.
Anyway, it could of been worse.  If I had broken a leg, it would have been a lot harder to hike the 2 miles back to the truck!

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