Pacific: The Ocean of the Future. Simon Winchester

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      The components of the core, when kept apart from each other, were not especially dangerous—but when pressed together, and under certain circumstances, they could go “prompt critical,” as the phrase has it, and release sudden immense amounts of radiation. This is what had happened to this particular core, twice. First, on August 21, a physicist named Harry Daghlian dropped a tungsten carbide brick onto the core, causing it to go critical and douse Daghlian with enough radiation to kill him four weeks later.

      The more notorious second incident took place in 1946, the following May. A flamboyant Los Alamos experimenter named Louis Slotin was carefully turning the blade of a screwdriver to lever the two nickel-plated sphere halves apart, and then move them closer to each other to measure the increasing radiation—“tickling the dragon’s tail,” as it was called. During this delicate process something startled him—in the feature film made of the event, it was the breaking of a dropped teacup—and he jerked the screwdriver, causing the hemispheres suddenly to close on each other. There was a blinding blue flash of Cherenkov radiation, and all the Geiger counters in the room went promptly off scale. Slotin stood up and shoved the top hemisphere onto the floor, ending the criticality and, with it, the radiation burst. But in doing so, he received a formidable dose of neutron and gamma radiation on his hand, and he calculated within hours that he was soon going to die. He was exactly right; and he did so, in intense pain, nine days later.

      From then on, as a consequence of these two deaths, the twin half spheres of plutonium, with their shields of nickel and beryllium, became collectively known as the Demon Core. It was this very core that would become the operational heart of the Able shot. One could imagine the physicists just wanting to use it up, to explode it and take it out of their tiny inventory of plutonium bomb charges. But given its sorry history, the superstitious might well say that the use of the Demon Core guaranteed that the Able shot was doomed, either to cause more accidents or to be a failure.

      In the end the only certain “casualty” of the first Crossroads bomb was the captain of the plane that dropped it, who banged his lip when the shock wave struck his departing B-29. What otherwise haunted Able was not disaster, but indeed, a certain sense of failure.

      For it also largely failed to impress. Few of the UN observers sent to monitor the event were captivated. A Soviet professor, Simon Alexandrov, gave a very Russian shrug of his shoulders and, using a locution more modern than he knew, declared the bomb “not so much.” A Brazilian said it was “so-so.” A New York congressman said he felt the heat wave, but agreed with others aboard the observers’ ship that the eighteen-mile distance to the drop zone had somewhat reduced the spectacle. Weathermen said the humid air had also deadened the sound and heat radiation. Newspapers in the United States photographed the mothers of the pilot and bombardier who’d dropped the weapon. These two bespectacled ladies, gathered in La Crosse, Wisconsin, appeared curiously unmoved. Only after the weapon had exploded did they say their boys must surely have enjoyed their adventure.

      It was beginning to look as though the Bikinians had been turfed out of their home for nothing. But then came the second of the Crossroads tests, the Baker shot, on July 25. This was a far greater spectacle—at first a supposed success, in a military and a public relations sense. Yet it was also, in some other ways, a disaster—the first, as it happened, of several.

      Able had been an air-dropped bomb. Baker, which was also designed to measure the effect of atomic weapons on the waiting congregation of capital ships, was by contrast to be exploded underwater. The official explanation for Able’s signal failure to sink as many ships as expected was that most of its damage had been done above the vessels’ waterlines. Baker would, by contrast, do its damage to underwater hulls rather than above-water superstructures. As a ship killer, it should have been more effective.

      Indeed, it was—both effective and spectacular-looking enough to be, for a while, the poster child, quite literally, of the atomic age. The bomb was suspended ninety feet down in the water, inside a concrete container held by steel cables from the underside of an old landing craft. So confident was Admiral Blandy that this shot would be a success that he summoned Juda, the Bikinian leader, over from Rongerik to view it. Blandy didn’t imagine Juda would show up, but when he did, and boarded the navy observation vessel, he told his hosts he was looking forward to the explosion, and he hoped that once it was done with, he would be able to bring his people home. It was the wishful thinking of the truest naïf.

      The weapon was duly exploded at 8:35 a.m. and provided the watchers with a spectacle they would never forget. With a gigantic whoosh, it suddenly created at first a mile-wide glass-bubble sphere of water and steam and condensate and crushed coral and mud that thundered out of the mirror-calm blue of the lagoon, and out of which erupted, at fantastic speed, a perfectly symmetrical hollow column, a mile high, of millions of tons of near-white water and seafloor sand topped by a ragged cloud of spray and coral debris—and which, caught by cameras as it fell slowly back into the lagoon, remains today one of the iconic images of the time. To those enthralled by matters atomic—and many young Americans especially were utterly captivated—it was to be the perfect wall poster, to be set alongside a pouting Brigitte Bardot and Marilyn Monroe laughing at her billowing dress. The mushroom cloud had already become something of a cartoonable cliché: that there was none produced after the Baker shot—subsea detonations produce much more of a crown-shaped, cauliflower-shaped arrangement, it was realized—made for an originality, a certain coolness, the bomb as a term of art.

      The explosion entirely vaporized the landing craft, no measurable parts of which have ever been found. But it did far more than that. It sank ten ships, including two battleships, an aircraft carrier, and three submarines. Most potently, photographs taken a millisecond or two after the blast reached the surface show a dark stain rising vertically up along the side of the great water column. This stain is believed by analysts to be the entire battleship Arkansas, upended by the enormous blast and seemingly pasted onto the column’s side before being hurled into the maelstrom that followed and then thrust back into the water upside down. This was a mighty battleship, with a displacement of twenty-six thousand tons. To be reduced to a mere stain, a mid-ocean skid mark—with the whole starboard side of her hull, the side that had faced the bomb blast, crushed as if by some monumental hammer blow; and then her ruined self thrown backward into the Pacific mud, with her guns lolling out of their upended casemates like the tongues of the hanged Mussolinis—is a fate few would wish on any ship. Especially not a ship with so proud a heritage as the Arkansas, built in 1910, with service in both world wars, and with Normandy, Iwo Jima, and Okinawa among her battle honors. Her sudden annihilation as an almost casually picked-up and tossed-away victim of the supersonic subsea pressure wave from the bomb must have made many an admiral shake his grizzled head.

      The plutonium bomb Helen of Bikini, used in the underwater Baker shot of Operation Crossroads, expelled disastrous quantities of fallout, ending the series. The dark stain at the column’s lower right is said to be the entire battleship USS Arkansas. U.S. Department of Defense.

      There were months of subsequent scientific fascination with this one bomb—a whole conference was convened eight weeks later to deal with the vast amount of data that came from the explosion. Elaborate new atom bomb terms were created: the Wilson Cloud, the slick, the crack, the bubble, the base surge, the cauliflower.

      Geophysicists, unexpectedly, learned something from the explosion that helped solve a near-Pacific problem of old: why the 1883 eruption of the volcano Krakatoa had caused a tsunami. It turned out that, unwittingly, the two detonations, the volcano and the atom bomb, somewhat mimicked each other. The A-bomb’s explosion created a huge underwater bubble of fast-expanding gas; and СКАЧАТЬ