These small-size devices were first intended for use by United States Army ground soldiers in battle and were in theory small enough to be delivered by a bazooka-style firing mechanism. Early known versions could destroy a two-block area, with an estimated yield comparable to approximately 10 tons of TNT. Larger versions were later developed with a selectable yield of between 10 and 250 tons. Though small compared to most other nuclear weapons, whose yields are usually measured in the thousands of tons of TNT (kilotons), in human terms they are still extremely large – a human might carry on his back 50 kg of chemical explosives, or 0.05 tons. By comparison, the smallest yield version of the W54 (10 tons) is two to four times as powerful as the 1995 Oklahoma City bombing, making the 250-ton version 50 to 100 times as powerful. Several variations of the W54 are known to exist and were used in weapons projects by every branch of the U.S. armed forces except the Coast Guard. The W54 style warhead was known to be used on the M-388 Davy Crockett, a tactical nuclear recoilless rifle projectile that was deployed by the United States during the Cold War.

The W54 is small enough to be deployed as a SADM (Special Atomic Demolition Munition), or so-called “Backpack Nuke”. It was the closest thing the U.S. is known to have developed to a so-called “suitcase bomb”. The W54 was tested for use in a U.S. Navy SEAL project that was demonstrated as feasible in the mid-to-late 1960s, designed to attack a harbor or other strategic location that could be accessed from the sea. The SEAL version would be delivered into water by parachute along with a two-man team, then floated to the target, set in place and armed by hand. The United States Air Force also developed a project using the W54, the Hughes Electronics AIM-26 Falcon. This was a larger, more powerful version of the AIM-4 Falcon air-to-air missile. It is notable for being the only known production U.S. guided air-to-air weapon with a nuclear warhead. It was intended to destroy formations of Soviet bombers at a time when guided missiles were not accurate enough to produce high-probability kills with small conventional warheads.

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Posted for  dVerse Poets, Open Link Night #187, January 12, 2017 I wrote my autobiography, “Lost Child, Broken Man” without a scrap of outline—not an amazing feat, ladies and gentlemen—since I literally knew all of the details to that story before I wrote it down! It still took a lot of revisions and some rearrangements before I was satisfied that I’d done more than just convey my life’s events. I wanted to tell my story in the most creative way possible: to be successful with theme and have that theme lead to a moral and closure for the reader. I wanted the reader to be able to identify emotions and their correlation to events without becoming confused or overwhelmed. Something that wasn’t always easy for me to do myself, especially before the writing of it. Writing it, however, was very cathartic for me. I never outlined my short stories either. It was a lot easier for me to keep theme and moral and character in my head and just write revisions. I’m about 30 pages now into a novel (“Broken Homes”) which I’ve tried to write at least 3 times in the past 7 years, and at this point, it’s evolved so much you wouldn’t recognize the first or even the last draft with this one.

Much has changed, but the main idea is still there. The only real constant is the main character, a 7 year old boy named Michael. A lot of other characters have changed in relationship to the boy but still still have many of the same personality traits and play similar roles as their now discarded counterparts. The last few months this story has been brewing in the back of my mind, and I felt it was time to start writing it again. This time I did not want to do it without an outline, since the last manuscripts quickly lost any sense of direction, and the story is now much more complex (more characters, more happening). My mistake this time was trying to be too detailed with the outline of each chapter. This actually made it a little harder to write because it left me with no creative license, no surprises, no sudden epiphanies. I didn’t get to meet any strangers and invite them into my story. So, once more, I started over, and this time broke the story into 3 parts and summarized each one, then went back and wrote a few sentences about the first few chapters.

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Black powder burns the air. Musket balls burrow in flesh. Gangrenous infections devour limbs creating amputees. Famine spreads through the ranks. Confederate soldiers pillage boots and coats from the dead, as Lincoln operates the telegraph and directs Union soldiers. Destroying the southern railways would prove to be the ultimate coup as rebels froze and died cut off from supply lines. “There is no greater task before us…” before an assassin’s bullet smashed into his head in a last ditch effort by the Confederacy to dismantle the Union government and commence with guerrilla warfare against a grieving North.thus always to tyrants. War, bellowed General Nathan Forrest, means killing; and the confederate president orders the remaining regiments to continue the fight. But battle-worn and weary General Johnston surrenders his troops. The Unionist were no angels and even Lincoln contradicted his stances on slavery,