My uncle was a high-up in a super level fire supression company. They did the simple water systems and extinguishers in homes and businesses like everyone else... but they also serviced diving equipment, oil rigs, and had the ability to make any form of supression and safety system... which is why they had the contract to do the halon, air isolation, and the umpteen hundred full body emergency suits of a nuke plant.
He gave me a company logo shirt and I rode all over southeastern ga doing a few small bids and extingusher deliveries... then we crested a hill in Baxley, GA and I saw the nuke plant. I was like 'holy hell... I didn't even know we had one outside of Savannah.' Getting in the gate still took the bomb mirrors, dogs, and metal detectors under the watchful eyes of thirty cameras... and that with my uncle being personally known by everyone in the facility for over a decade. He left me to unload a packed van while he went in a did a few required monthly checks on some sensor equipment. I was unloading onto a huge semi height dock that all packages went to until it was cleared by security. It reminded me of some of the reinforced submarine bays in WW2. The dock was an open pad at least half a football field in area and 10 ft thick of reinforced concrete... just in case a nutjob mailed in a boom-boom. Absolutely nothing would be compromised. I was left alone for 30 minutes and managed to glance over a few other boxes. Half were from colleges and military bases; the other half was an internal cryptic code... and everything bore a nuclear hazard sticker. I had so many cameras pointed at me that I felt like Paris on court day. I'm pretty sure that if I had picked my nose in an unpatriotic fashion that about a dozen SWAT boys would have up my ass in 10 seconds. Needless to say.. I minded my own business and kept my hands in my pockets while staying within 20 feet of the vehicle. That was back in like 97-98.
