So in the midst of all of the immature and yet sadly serious insults and saber-rattling and missile tests exchanged by the man child in the White House and the man child in Pyongyang, our family stopped by Minuteman Missile National Historic Site a couple of weeks back on our way west from The Badlands.
Sadly, it’s not seeming as “historic” as it would have seemed a year ago, when the Cold War and Mutually Assured Destruction really did seem more like a relic of my childhood than a current existential threat.
At the visitor center museum, our kids got to learn about bomb drills (I was fortunately young enough to have avoided those, as they’d decided they did more harm than good by the time I was a public school student) and nuclear stockpiles and missile blast radii.
Elizabeth contemplating one of the exhibits.
Apparently Japan could have used these signs this past week…
So frustrating that this isn’t just history anymore.
Mutually assured destruction.
Hey Montclair, note that we’d apparently survive to see all of the devastation. Ugh.
The museum at the visitors’ center is well-done, but what is really incredible is to stare at a decommissioned missile in its silo a few miles down the road.
Looking through the glass at the missile.
A better view of the actual missile.
My kids thought that the loading door looked like a smile-y face. I tend to agree. Irony.
For kids, this is somewhat boring history. Let’s hope it stays that way.
And into every blog post, a little levity must fall, especially in the form of epic signs.
Now let’s just hope that cooler heads will prevail in both Washington and Pyongyang over the months and years to come. I’d like this particular site to stay historical, know what I mean?
2 thoughts on “I Wish It Was Just History”
Oh man, I know exactly what you mean. It was eerie even when we visited a few months ago; I can only imagine now. It is a really well-done visitor center. And a unique badge! I have to admit that it was eye-opening for this East Coaster to think of what it has been like for residents in the midwest, no matter how sparsely populated, to have lived near this.
I take the time to reread a book I was assigned in Middle School “Alas Babylon” It is a story about a small central Florida community that survives a nuclear attack. I remember how horrified I was to hear that my home city would have been destroyed and told it was due to missiles being housed there and the industry that goes on. (this was only a sentence or two in the book and discussions afterwards. The book is a very interesting study on community and individuals who don’t think.
I hope and pray that this remains a piece of fiction and doesn’t come true. I hope that our children don’t have to live with the reality that we thought might happen too.
I do remember the drills, but they also were used as “Tornado Drills” where I was from. Seeing the old films of kids hiding under their desks brings back some memories for me. We moved to a hallway though.