Of course, there is still a severe shortage of women in most
front-line formations, but that shouldn't be a problem.
In fact, it could be an advantage.
We could call it the "gay bomb."
It was the Sunshine Project, a group devoted to exposing
research into chemical and biological weapons, that revealed the
proposal for an aphrodisiac weapon, "distasteful but completely
non-lethal," that figured in a 1994 funding request from the
research lab at Wright-Paterson Air Force Base in Dayton, Ohio.
They also had ideas for chemicals that would make enemy troops
attract wasps or give them bad breath, but it was the love-gas that
really caught the eye."Category No. 3: Chemicals that affect human
behaviour so that discipline and morale in enemy units is adversely
affected. One...example would be strong aphrodisiacs, especially if
the chemical also caused homosexual behaviour."
Full marks for lateral thinking, boys, but have you considered
the implications of your little idea? What if terrorists get their
hands on this weapon and set about to subvert America's moral fibre
in a really big way? Random attacks on church services, sales
conventions, high school pep rallies -- the imagination quails at
the prospect.
But mercifully, the gay bomb was never developed.
In fact, the people proposing to do the research for it didn't
have the faintest idea of what chemicals, if any, might produce the
results they described.
They were just fighting for their share of the
researchbudget.But there really is no limit to the scientific
imagination when it comes to weapons.
Take the case of the chicken-powered nuclear land mine.
Back in the mid-Fifties, the British army was wrestling with the
question of how to give British troops time to retreat if the
Soviet hordesbroke through their defences in Germany.
You generally lay mines as you retreat, if you have time, in
order to slow down the pursuit -- and now we are living in the
atomic age.
Perhaps we should look into the notion ofnuclear land mines?And
so they got on with it, taking the standard British free-fall
nuclear bomb of the time, the fetchingly named Blue Danube, and
designing a pressurised, water-tight casing for the land-mine
version.
When completed,the new weapon, Blue Peacock, weighed seven
tonnes.
It could be buried inthe ground or sunk in a lake or river, and
it could be detonated either bywire, from a command post up to
three miles away (which seems a bit close to a ten-kilotonne
explosion) or by an eight-day clockwork device.
It was a quite serious if fundamentally insane piece of
technology-- it was even designed to detonate in ten seconds if
anybody tried to move it -- but there was one hitch.
It gets very cold in the winter in Germany,and nuclear weapons
are sensitive devices that do not like the cold.
Environmental tests suggested that the warhead simply would not
work if Blue Peacock was left buried in the ground or immersed in
water in the coldest winter months.
What to do? The boffins at the Armament Research and Development
Establishment in Kent were not daunted: in a 1957 memorandum, they
suggested a variety ofways to keep the buried or submerged casing
warm during the hours, or even a few days, before it was
detonated.
The most attractive by far was a proposal that a flock of
locally recruited chickens should be put into the casing before it
was closed and planted somewhere.
There would be enoug hair to keep them alive for some days, and
their body heat would keep the weapon warm.In the end, the suicide
chickens were never deployed, which is probably just as well
because the designers seem to have overlooked the fact that
chickens produce copious amounts of, well, chickenshit, which gums
up even the finest machinery.
Blue Peacock was cancelled at the end of 1957 in favour of a
more compact nuclear land-mine based on newer technology and with a
built-in heater.
Military R&D projects have a veryhigh attrition rate.
What does it all mean? Oh, not very much, except that no idea
for a new weapon is so bizarre, vicious or plain silly that it
won't find anadvocate somewhere in the military-industrial
complex.
It is a very big beast, and it has to be fed constantly.
* Gwynne Dyer is a London-based independent journalist whose
articlesare published in 45 countries.
In fact, it could be an advantage.We could call it the "gay
bomb."It was the Sunshine Project, a group devoted to exposing
research into chemical and biological weapons, that revealed the
proposal for an aphrodisiac weapon, "distasteful but completely
non-lethal," that figured in a 1994 funding request from the
research lab at Wright-Paterson Air Force Base in Dayton, Ohio.They
also had ideas for chemicals that would make enemy troops attract
wasps or give them bad breath, but it was the love-gas that really
caught the eye."Category No. 3: Chemicals that affect human
behaviour so that discipline and morale in enemy units is adversely
affected. One...example would be strong aphrodisiacs, especially if
the chemical also caused homosexual behaviour." Full marks for
lateral thinking, boys, but have you considered the implications of
your little idea? What if terrorists get their hands on this weapon
and set about to subvert America's moral fibre in a really big way?
Random attacks on church services, sales conventions, high school
pep rallies -- the imagination quails at the prospect.But
mercifully, the gay bomb was never developed. In fact, the people
proposing to do the research for it didn't have the faintest idea
of what chemicals, if any, might produce the results they
described. They were just fighting for their share of the
researchbudget.But there really is no limit to the scientific
imagination when it comes to weapons.Take the case of the
chicken-powered nuclear land mine.Back in the mid-Fifties, the
British army was wrestling with the question of how to give British
troops time to retreat if the Soviet hordesbroke through their
defences in Germany. You generally lay mines as you retreat, if you
have time, in order to slow down the pursuit -- and now we are
living in the atomic age. Perhaps we should look into the notion
ofnuclear land mines?And so they got on with it, taking the
standard British free-fall nuclear bomb of the time, the fetchingly
named Blue Danube, and designing a pressurised, water-tight casing
for the land-mine version. When completed,the new weapon, Blue
Peacock, weighed seven tonnes. It could be buried inthe ground or
sunk in a lake or river, and it could be detonated either bywire,
from a command post up to three miles away (which seems a bit close
to a ten-kilotonne explosion) or by an eight-day clockwork
device.It was a quite serious if fundamentally insane piece of
technology-- it was even designed to detonate in ten seconds if
anybody tried to move it -- but there was one hitch.It gets very
cold in the winter in Germany,and nuclear weapons are sensitive
devices that do not like the cold.Environmental tests suggested
that the warhead simply would not work if Blue Peacock was left
buried in the ground or immersed in water in the coldest winter
months.What to do? The boffins at the Armament Research and
Development Establishment in Kent were not daunted: in a 1957
memorandum, they suggested a variety ofways to keep the buried or
submerged casing warm during the hours, or even a few days, before
it was detonated. The most attractive by far was a proposal that a
flock of locally recruited chickens should be put into the casing
before it was closed and planted somewhere. There would be enoug
hair to keep them alive for some days, and their body heat would
keep the weapon warm.In the end, the suicide chickens were never
deployed, which is probably just as well because the designers seem
to have overlooked the fact that chickens produce copious amounts
of, well, chickenshit, which gums up even the finest machinery.
Blue Peacock was cancelled at the end of 1957 in favour of a more
compact nuclear land-mine based on newer technology and with a
built-in heater. Military R&D projects have a veryhigh
attrition rate.What does it all mean? Oh, not very much, except
that no idea for a new weapon is so bizarre, vicious or plain silly
that it won't find anadvocate somewhere in the military-industrial
complex.It is a very big beast, and it has to be fed constantly.*
Gwynne Dyer is a London-based independent journalist whose
articlesare published in 45 countries.