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Thirty-five feet beneath the Sonora Desert, I was lost in evil reverie. With my hand on the key that would launch the largest intercontinental ballistic missile ever produced in the United States of America, I was thinking about Mr. Wright. He was my 10th grade history teacher, and a swine. First, there was the overall strangeness of being in a chamber built to launch a weapon about 800 times more destructive than the one used on Hiroshima . It is unique in the world.