The Bomb the next Nuclear strike

There may never another war like the second world war as Great powers will simply obliterate each other in the instant it takes an iris to expand. The moving parts, the complexity something we will never see the like again. The end of an era, a tradition of war that stretches back to the dawn of cities, taken to the most obscene level, yet still the armies faced each, still the armies needed building, yet now the bomb, the bomb.... it changes everything. The bomb, so many details are imbued in our concsiousness that we forget, the plane Enola gay, hitler beaten after commiting suicide, Japan unwilling to surrender wanting the Americans to pay for every inch. Churchill knew, we even informed Stalin, what would they think now.

So we have the bomb, we struggle to limit its proliferation, yet it will be used and then will the proxy wars also cease, when will we next use the atom bomb? Our understanding of the planet and how to harness her and the laws which imbued her saved millions sixty years ago yet will those brains working in the American desert one day have cause to regret their innovation and if, oh if hitler had invented first what then what the?

The shadow of the mushroom cloud is there, we try to forget it, we can hide from it, but we live in its shadow.