I rubbed my nose and mouth hard with a tenugui (a kind of towel) I had at my waist. To my horror, I found that the skin of my face had come off in the towel.
This, my friends, is pure, unadulterated horror.
But worth a read when we consider the modern state of nuclear proliferation.
The Atlantic | August 1980 | 'I Thought My Last Hour Had Come...' | Guillain