Hello
Comrade Bobhr
Well, as you know, NBC and Int Cells often were combined at battalion level. Ours was. I ran the NBC warning and reporting bit. Its true what you say about the ignorance and downright confusion there was (is??) amongst those supposedly trained for the task. Try explaining to people that, just cos' its a nuke, it don't mean the world will end. Stay in a trench, or even (I know this is derided but it do work) under a bloody table in a building. As long as the thing doesn't land on your head, you get a lot of protection from the main danger - flying debris, blast, falling rubble. Fallout can be bad but its really only the huge megatonners ground-burst that pose really serious dangers over a big area; and, most troops would take a week or two to die or be seriously incapacitated by fall out from a 'small' nuke. It'd probably be irrelevant operationally by then. Sad fact. Main danger is the heat, blast, fragments and ground shock - like in a 'conventional' weapon. Some of the Soviet Thermobaric weapons were the equivalent of small nukes (i.e sub kiloton).
I remember watching a BBC programme about the Camberley Higher Officer course where, at a table top game, the OpFor rep. announced a tactical nuclear strike on the Brits holding a bridge. Logicla. Its what I'd jave done. A coule of KT to clear the way. Pathetically, the Brit officers under training complained about the 'distasteful' nature of the game and that the DS were treating a horrendous topic facetiously. !! God help us. Did they think these things wouldn't be used because it'd be in bad taste??!! Re-enactors and school wargamers often seem to have a better grasp of the realities of war than our professionals. And Americans always seem outraged when someone shoots back.
At the other end, getting people to take chemicals seriously was difficult - probably because wearing the kit is uncomfortable and taking unit proper precautions is inconvenient for planning staff. Slows down things and isn't glamorous. I remember once on Lionheart giving a 'gas, gas, gas' warning in the Battalion HQ area at about 2am (we'd just tracked a flight of Mig 23s in a classic 'spray' mission upwind of us). Instead of everyone masking up, I got a reprimand from the Adjutant (a regular!) for waking everyone up and spoiling their rest. My colour sergeant told him he was vomiting and shitting himself to death and asked how much that would spoil his sleep .
