At one point in my life, I was in active talks with a big military defense contracting company about working for them on the revamp of the US nuclear program. I wouldn't have been working on the nukes directly, just software related to the maintenance and security of the facility that houses the missile silos. I would have more than doubled my income, but I had major moral reservations about working on anything related to the military. The person who makes a bullet doesn't get to decide if it's going to be used to defend the life of a child or take that same life.

I was on the fence, so I decided to learn more about nuclear bombs in general. While researching it, I came across firsthand accounts of survivors from the nuclear bombing of Japan in WWII. I read about hordes of blinded people wandering aimlessly through the streets as they could only scream in pain until they eventually died, and the skin of children sloughing off when people tried to grab them to get them to safety, and the death and suffering that followed because large portions of the city all caught on fire and the radiation sickness after that.

I decided that the defense industry wasn't for me…

I knew going to the museum was going to be heavy, and I wasn't wrong. I was straight-faced and had tears running down my face for the majority of the time I was there. I can't really describe the magnitude of emotions I felt while being there.

I don't know what else I can say about it other than I recommend everyone check it out. I didn't take any photos on the inside of the museum, but here are some from the parks that are around it. The one with the black obelisk is hypocenter of the bomb, the tip of the obelisk is the exact point in the air where the explosion occurred, because detonating it before it hit the ground would maximize the blast radius and overall damage.