For all but a few months of my life I, like most who read this, have lived with these weapons. They fascinate me, much like facing a rattler that's ready to strike. To the extent I'm capable of it I've studied them and think I have a better-than-average understanding.

Remember that it's not the bombs, warheads, artilllery shells and land mines that are dangerous. Left to themselves they'd eventually decompose into lead and other thins. It's the people with the triggers, the launch codes, and the fuze settings.

See this.

Don't forget "Alas, Babylon" by Pat Frank.

("A Canticle for Liebowitz" is one of my very favorite books. There's a copy in my office; it's an underground classic with librarians.)