On Such a Nuclear Winter's Day.

Written on the Eastbound Train to Hell's Wall.

East Bound Train full of skeletons black and charred. Is history about to repeat itself? 

All The Buzzards are Dead and the Sky is Gray.

There is no one safe and warm after a Nuclear Winter's Day. TDK

The Green Dream:

As a young child in the 40s and early 50s I dreamed for years of standing along a desert road at night watching miles of people walking away from a large Modern city in the distance. The city was in Flames yet it and all around it the was a strong fluorescent Green Glow. 

The people all carried blankets or whatever over their heads but it was not cold or raining. The all looked beaten and started downward as they walked past my point of view . 

Going past them where large military trucks that at later in life I too would ride in the back of across Vietnam. But here in this recurring dream they all had a cover pulled across a full load of something. Then the truck just passing me stopped and I ran to the back and pulled myself up so I could look under the Tarp.

To my surprise the Truck was piled high with burned and Charred Baby bodies.

But then came the Days of elementary school and being taught to craw under your little wooden desk when the Nuclear War warning came and you had but two to three minutes to save your self. (Like you could). We were also taught to cover our heads with newspaper or anything to help keep fallout dust off you. And we learned about glowing in the dark irradiated objects and to avoid them.

So two things made sense but hey a Hydrogen bomb would just leave a big big hole and not a standing burning city. And I was past having the dream by several years so life went on. I grew up went to War as a US Marine, rode trucks watched body bags pile up from endless lines of Choppers. To my surprise I came home a whole but Soulless body with the black of death in his eyes and never ending smell of burning bodies were the Soul should be.

Life when on but I now was N.B.C. warfare trained and knew the dream could not be true.

Then one night President Carter on National Television announced to the World that America had something called a Neutron Bomb. That would kill the people but had a very small firestorm and would leave most of the infrastructure standing. The Nuclear Age Looter Nation's dream come true. And now so had the reality of a Druid Child's so long ago Green Dream.

I feel the Winds of Nuclear winder drawing near Death riding high in the thermonuclear burned sky.

The Druid King 

Copyright George King April 07, 2013

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