It was a humid early morning in July 1975 and Lieutenant RL Anderson of the Hopewell Police Department was conducting a routine patrol in his squad car. He was passing the Allied plant, which at the time one was one of the worlds largest chemical plants, situated next to the James river in Hopwell, Virginia, USA. He observed two men standing at the back of a pickup truck with a 250 gallon tank in it. Nothing unusual there you might think. However, the men were pouring a fuming liquid into a pit, not a lined pit however, just a hole in the ground. The plume this liquid created could be seen from quite a distance. Lieutenant Anderson didn’t know if what they were doing was authorised or legal so he noted it in his report to his superiors and that’s where it remained. Read More »
Everything was going well, almost too well. The only negative I could mention was the waiting about at the hospital for the treatment or being asked to come in earlier than the scheduled time. But they were minor gripes, the main thing was that treatment was going better than I thought it would. Then we hit the half-way stage and of course it all went to pot or ‘the radioactive chickens came home to roost’.
I Am The One In Three 