both shocked and amazed by the blast as they felt the heat of the thermal radiation and pressure of the blast wave, heard the thunderous roar of the fireball ascending and felt the blast winds, now reduced ela crews, observers and scientists aboard their ships must have been by time and space to a light breeze. In fact, had "Bravo" been a medium altitude air burst, there undoubtedly would have been some casualties among the Task Force Nee personnel, since a 10 megaton burst can produce second-degree burns up to 25 miles away from the explosion. More insidious and frightening than the effects experienced by the Task Force, were the aspects of the white cloud's height and the direction in which it began to drift away and downward. As though innabited by the trickster ghosts rampant in Micronesian legends, the dead form of the cloud began heading almost directly for the fleet, as though in its final paroxysms, "Bravo" intended to play a last impractical, and very deadly joke upon its creators. Inherent to the fallout was the legacy of "Bravo's" processes of fission and fusion, a boiling mass of harmless~looking clouds containing tens of thousands of deadly rads of gamma and beta activity. Within minutes after the cloud began breaking up, everyone's worst fears were realized; RadSafe staff members had already noted the unexpected movement of the cloud and soon thereafter Geiger counters on some of tue ships began to record a steady increase over normal background radioactivity. Orders were given. All personnel were ordered below decks, hatches and watertignt doors were dogged down and, while