I haven't watched Threads, but I've heard a bit about it. I've seen The Day After, which isn't as good, but it had an impact on world diplomacy.RAKtheUndead said:
When I was 13, a friend read some accounts of Japanese nuclear bomb survivors to me. That was pretty disturbing to me at the time, particularly the one about an old woman with her eyes burned out. They were also considerably more unsettling than anything in the thread because of their reality.
Here's one from Nagasaki. The effects of the bomb dropped on Hiroshima were far worse than this.
I was sitting in my room with a fellow student when we heard the sound of a B-29 passing overhead. A few minutes later the air flashed a brilliant yellow. There was a huge blast of wind. We were terrified and ran downstairs to hide.
Later when I came to my senses, I noticed a hole had been blown in the roof, all the glass had been shattered and I was bleeding. When I went outside, the sky had turned from blue to black and a black rain started to fall. The stone walls between the houses were reduced to rubble. After a short time I tried to go to my medical school in Urakami, which was 500 metres from the hypocentre. The air dose of radiation was more than 7,000 rads at this distance (This dose kills a person within 2-7 days - they usually die of organ failure, or blood loss as a result of repeatedly vomiting out their stomach lining.)
I could not complete my journey because there were fires everywhere. I met many people coming back from Urakami. They looked like ghosts with vacant stares. The next day I was able to enter Urakami on foot, and all that I knew had disappeared. Only the concrete and iron skeletons of the buildings remained. There were dead bodies everywhere.
On each street corner we had tubs of water to be used for putting out fires after the air raids. In one of these small tubs, scarcely large enough for one person, was the body of a desperate man who sought cool water. There was foam coming from his mouth, but he was not alive.
I cannot get rid of the sounds of crying women in the destroyed fields. As I got nearer to school, there were black, charred bodies with the white edges of bone showing in the arms and legs. A dead horse with a bloated belly lay by the side of the road.
Only the skeleton of the Medical Hospital remained standing. Because the school buildings were wood, they were completely destroyed. My classmates had been in one building attending their physiology lecture. When I arrived some were still alive.
They were unable to move their bodies. The strongest were so weak that they were slumped over on the ground. I talked with them, and they thought they would be okay, but all of them would eventually die within weeks.
I cannot forget the way their eyes looked at me and their voices spoke to me forever. So many people died that disposing of the bodies was difficult. We burned the bodies of my friends in a pile of wood which we gathered in a small open space. I clearly remember the movement of the bowel in the fire.
Later when I came to my senses, I noticed a hole had been blown in the roof, all the glass had been shattered and I was bleeding. When I went outside, the sky had turned from blue to black and a black rain started to fall. The stone walls between the houses were reduced to rubble. After a short time I tried to go to my medical school in Urakami, which was 500 metres from the hypocentre. The air dose of radiation was more than 7,000 rads at this distance (This dose kills a person within 2-7 days - they usually die of organ failure, or blood loss as a result of repeatedly vomiting out their stomach lining.)
I could not complete my journey because there were fires everywhere. I met many people coming back from Urakami. They looked like ghosts with vacant stares. The next day I was able to enter Urakami on foot, and all that I knew had disappeared. Only the concrete and iron skeletons of the buildings remained. There were dead bodies everywhere.
On each street corner we had tubs of water to be used for putting out fires after the air raids. In one of these small tubs, scarcely large enough for one person, was the body of a desperate man who sought cool water. There was foam coming from his mouth, but he was not alive.
I cannot get rid of the sounds of crying women in the destroyed fields. As I got nearer to school, there were black, charred bodies with the white edges of bone showing in the arms and legs. A dead horse with a bloated belly lay by the side of the road.
Only the skeleton of the Medical Hospital remained standing. Because the school buildings were wood, they were completely destroyed. My classmates had been in one building attending their physiology lecture. When I arrived some were still alive.
They were unable to move their bodies. The strongest were so weak that they were slumped over on the ground. I talked with them, and they thought they would be okay, but all of them would eventually die within weeks.
I cannot forget the way their eyes looked at me and their voices spoke to me forever. So many people died that disposing of the bodies was difficult. We burned the bodies of my friends in a pile of wood which we gathered in a small open space. I clearly remember the movement of the bowel in the fire.
Maybe this is why I'm not scared by the thread? After a real account like this, made-up stories can't faze me.
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