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From drwex, The Army now admits that it secretly dumped 64 million pounds of nerve and mustard agents into the sea, along with 400,000 chemical-filled bombs, land mines and rockets and more than 500 tons of radioactive waste - either tossed overboard or packed into the holds of scuttled vessels.

A Daily Press investigation also found:

These weapons of mass destruction virtually ring the country, concealed off at least 11 states - six on the East Coast, two on the Gulf Coast, California, Hawaii and Alaska. Few, if any, state officials have been informed of their existence.

The chemical agents could pose a hazard for generations. The Army has examined only a few of its 26 dump zones and none in the past 30 years.

The Army can't say exactly where all the weapons were dumped from World War II to 1970. Army records are sketchy, missing or were destroyed.

More dumpsites likely exist. The Army hasn't reviewed World War I-era records, when ocean dumping of chemical weapons was common.

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From drwex, The Army now admits that it secretly dumped 64 million pounds of nerve and mustard agents into the sea, along with 400,000 chemical-filled bombs, land mines and rockets and more than 500 tons of radioactive waste - either tossed overboard or packed into the holds of scuttled vessels.

A Daily Press investigation also found:

These weapons of mass destruction virtually ring the country, concealed off at least 11 states - six on the East Coast, two on the Gulf Coast, California, Hawaii and Alaska. Few, if any, state officials have been informed of their existence.

The chemical agents could pose a hazard for generations. The Army has examined only a few of its 26 dump zones and none in the past 30 years.

The Army can't say exactly where all the weapons were dumped from World War II to 1970. Army records are sketchy, missing or were destroyed.

More dumpsites likely exist. The Army hasn't reviewed World War I-era records, when ocean dumping of chemical weapons was common.

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I _hate_ getting lost. More, I hate getting lost when I'm already running late.

The degree to which this is true is evidenced by the fact that, if I'm both running late and lost - especially if I'm alone in the car - I am almost certainly going to end up in tears at some point.

I've determined that driving in Boston makes getting lost both worse and easier to do. I already knew I had reason to avoid driving in Boston; now I'm just having it proven to myself.

On the plus side, the reason I'm driving in Boston - training for volunteering at The Network/La Red - is going well. I'm actively enjoying myself, even though it's periodically a bit of a brain fuck (unsurprisingly, mind). Not sure at this point if I'll yet be ready for crisis hotline work by the end of training (which is what I'm aiming for, since it'll help with getting into the school I want to attend), but I've got 2.5 years until I wander the country, so it's not an immediate rush. Thankfully.

Tired. Sleep now.

But yeah. Hate getting lost. At least last weekend, I could just leave ridiculously early and leave time for getting lost. Not so easy when leaving from work, which is both further away and not as easy to leave excessive amounts of time open for (I gave myself 2 hours on Sat morning; it turns out it's only 30 minutes away from home, but I took 1.5 hours to get there on Saturday). But I definitely need to leave at 5, not 5:30, on Tuesday. And hopefully not get lost; I'm not sure how well I'll succeed, as I'm not completely sure what I need to do in order to avoid it.

[brains]

I _hate_ getting lost. More, I hate getting lost when I'm already running late.

The degree to which this is true is evidenced by the fact that, if I'm both running late and lost - especially if I'm alone in the car - I am almost certainly going to end up in tears at some point.

I've determined that driving in Boston makes getting lost both worse and easier to do. I already knew I had reason to avoid driving in Boston; now I'm just having it proven to myself.

On the plus side, the reason I'm driving in Boston - training for volunteering at The Network/La Red - is going well. I'm actively enjoying myself, even though it's periodically a bit of a brain fuck (unsurprisingly, mind). Not sure at this point if I'll yet be ready for crisis hotline work by the end of training (which is what I'm aiming for, since it'll help with getting into the school I want to attend), but I've got 2.5 years until I wander the country, so it's not an immediate rush. Thankfully.

Tired. Sleep now.

But yeah. Hate getting lost. At least last weekend, I could just leave ridiculously early and leave time for getting lost. Not so easy when leaving from work, which is both further away and not as easy to leave excessive amounts of time open for (I gave myself 2 hours on Sat morning; it turns out it's only 30 minutes away from home, but I took 1.5 hours to get there on Saturday). But I definitely need to leave at 5, not 5:30, on Tuesday. And hopefully not get lost; I'm not sure how well I'll succeed, as I'm not completely sure what I need to do in order to avoid it.