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Brother Bomb

Brother Bomb essay y father was in the living room reading the New York Herald Tribune when my mother's water broke. "Bernie!" she cried out from the kitchen. "My water b roke! Do som ething!" her rot B mb Bo Tom Ireland Still from Duck and Cover (1951), Archer Productions, Inc., sponsored by the U.S. Federal Civil Defense Administration He might have been reading Red Smith's sports column in the Tribune, as he always did, or news of the underwater A-bomb test at Bikini Atoll. But the story of my birth that my parents told years later left out that detail. I'll never know if the bomb was a topic of conversation between them, or a thing they associated with me in particular, the way they would not have associated it with my older sisters because we, the bomb and I, had come into the world at the same time and would from that time on, as long as I lived, always be contemporaries. A refugee from the hollows of West Virginia and the first in his family to go to college, my father got a job in the Columbia College admissions office that, along with having two young children, http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png The Missouri Review University of Missouri

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essay y father was in the living room reading the New York Herald Tribune when my mother's water broke. "Bernie!" she cried out from the kitchen. "My water b roke! Do som ething!" her rot B mb Bo Tom Ireland Still from Duck and Cover (1951), Archer Productions, Inc., sponsored by the U.S. Federal Civil Defense Administration He might have been reading Red Smith's sports column in the Tribune, as he always did, or news of the underwater A-bomb test at Bikini Atoll. But the story of my birth that my parents told years later left out that detail. I'll never know if the bomb was a topic of conversation between them, or a thing they associated with me in particular, the way they would not have associated it with my older sisters because we, the bomb and I, had come into the world at the same time and would from that time on, as long as I lived, always be contemporaries. A refugee from the hollows of West Virginia and the first in his family to go to college, my father got a job in the Columbia College admissions office that, along with having two young children,

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The Missouri ReviewUniversity of Missouri

Published: Oct 9, 2014

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