My interest in physics was not sparked by an autumn afternoon lecture in New Haven. Nor was it triggered on a chilly February morning in Newport, Rhode Island, by a Chief Petty Officer’s presentation on nuclear weapons . My interest in physics was born on 11 May 1962 at 13:02 pm. 400 nautical miles west of San Diego when, with a British accent, a voice counted down…” -3, -2, -1, 0
I remember that it was a day of intermittent weather but the Pacific was calm. Our ship, the destroyer (USS Samuel N. Moore, DD747) was stationed 6000 yards from an epicenter (surface zero) on which an atomic ASROC (anti-submarine rocket weapon) was to be dropped. Two destroyers (with their entire crew removed) were placed on a rim 2200 yards from surface zero.
My station was on the bridge. Our entire crew had been ordered to go below decks except for on board test monitors and those of us topside who were standing watch on the bridge. I was wearing an officer’s uniform with short sleeves, with no protective gear
I have never heard or seen anything like it. In 16 seconds the spray dome from the detonation rose 2100 feet into the air leaving behind a huge circle of foam-covered radioactive water, a mountain of water where seconds earlier the flat ocean had been calm.
Then the water fell, the shock wave passed, and the ocean was calm again, as if no physics in the form of fission had just disrupted an otherwise calm and pleasant day at sea.
I walked over to the port side and saw a figure in white standing by the railing on the deck below. I climbed down the port side ladder and walked up to the figure standing by the railing.
The figure wore a thick white protective uniform ( I could not tell whether it was a man or woman) wearing thick protective gear, a thick (glass or plastic) mask protecting the face.
As I stood there with my skin exposed, no protection for my face, arms or legs, the thought crossed my mind that something didn’t add up.
Then I heard the ticking.
The figure’s left hand held a Geiger counter, its needle clicking so fast against the right edge of the instrument, it appeared as if there was too much radiation to measure.
At that moment I knew I was in trouble.
And now fifty-two years later, a Veteran with service related disabilities resulting from that day, May 11, 1962 at 13:02 pm, 400 nautical miles west of San Diego, from time to time, when I am undergoing cancer surgery or being dosed with (BCG) inactivated tuberculosis bacteria, or when, because my left ear is stone dead, I miss hearing music in stereo (among other things I am a composer and have played the piano since the age of five), I am not angry.
To the contrary, I am proud that I was honored to serve my country in harms way as a line officer in the United States Navy. The Navy takes care of its own and the Navy has taken good care of me (what’s left of me 🙂
What did I learn from this lesson?
Though we have little control over the conditions in which matter finds itself in Quasar, 3C 273, we have tremendous control over our personal behavior that we can use (one of us at a time) to halt our slide into environmental catastrophe. We only need to use our science, our imagination, our common sense and our courage to change our planet for the better. Kids, teen-ages, young adults, and ‘yes’ physicists all over the world should know this. The time has come to replace the tribal physics (Einstein/Newton and the rest) with PHYSICS (empty space) and FORM:
“The FORM matter/energy takes depends upon the conditions in which matter/energy exists in space” H Stanley Judd
How do I know?
Because I’ve been there.
Physics at its worst.
We don’t want to continue to drive down this road, do we?
From now on physicists, astronomers, cosmologists and the rest of us, (if we want to avoid the coming catastrophe of nuclear warfare) must restore the spirituality of the universe (the life force (electromagnetic energy carried by the photon throughout light space) to our practice
and we must all come together in peace, love, tranquility hope to engage in a civil dialogue (without shame/anger/short term political gain and Tribal Political war
To do what?
To make our planet “a garden in which all children no matter what the color of their skin, can flourish and make their dreams come true.”