I’ve had a lot of emergency training for a lot of different situations. What they’re doing at Fukushima is waaaay beyond anything we got into. My real and simulated emergency responses always felt like…well, emergency responses. The exercises for meltdowns and massive radiological terrorism felt epic, were epic, but still unfolded like a “regular” emergency. That’s an oxymoron, but you emergency responders know what I mean.
You know the old trope, “fire is a living thing”? Hollywood uses it regularly in movies like Backdraft, crazed arsonists whispering intently about their beloved.
Fire is hypnotic, but I never found it “living” even as a little pyromaniacal child. And I sure don’t see life in radioactive decay.
But damn it, this feels less and less like a response and more like a war. A series of battles with an implacable foe. We win on one front and our enemy opens another.
Now who knows, as I write this the good guys be routing that enemy on all fronts. But ever since the explosions in the fuel pools–more about them here–Fukushima has been like no emergency I’ve ever been in or even studied.
I should be able to get in some posts in from work, and more in-depth this evening.