My generation doesn’t remember a time without “the bomb”. I guess my parents’ generation doesn’t, either. At some point, probably Junior High but mayber earlier, I became aware of what “mutually assured destruction” really meant. (The Day After, anyone?). At some point you either learn to put out of your mind the fear of death raining from the sky, or you live every minute of every day in fear.
Maybe that’s why we as a generation don’t seem to be as concerned as we should be at the prospect of Iran getting the bomb. Iran may never build a stockpile large enough to bring about an unending nuclear winter, but even one functioning warhead will forever change Middle Eastern geopolitics.
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