Flash boom. A belch of super heated smoke claps into the air as the thing, perhaps some old T 72, jumps while the cook off of un used ammo continues to pop. Later that night the chassis still glows and smoke continues to wreath from the sitting hulk of steel.

The plume of radio active smoke is now many miles long as micron sized partials of Uranium oxide are carried into the horizon. A slow but inexorable poison. The evil salt of our nuclear industry.

As long as these blythe stupidity and travesties against the earth continue we are doomed as a races of monkeys poisoned by their ownership and privilege animal urges. We as a species will be an irritant to be forgotten by any life that returns. The wretched and heroic of us an unknown, unremembered returned to the dust of an infinite but beckoning universe without an echo. Only the wave front of a brief period of EM to ripple out into eternity.