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Hey, ninety two percenters, my name is local mona and the Chelsea have graciously let me come on here to tell you about my new podcast. It's called reduction declassified mysteries. And every week on reduction, we dive deep into astonishing true stories of secrets, lies and deception inside the world's most powerful institutions.

While your and may go to conspiracy theories like deflate gate and the tuck rule game, reduction focuses on real documented cases that have been buried in classified files for decades. Combining my passion for storytelling and my experiences working in military intelligence, I pull back the curtain on covert government experience, bizarre, assiniboin, mpt and so much more. It's the kind of stuff that makes you go how have I not heard about this before? I'm about to play you a clip from adapted. He classified mysteries with me, local launa. But while you're listening, be sure to follow the show on the wander APP or wherever you get your podcasts.

At ten thirty five pm, on january third thousand nine hundred and sixty one, a physicist named eva ario pulled up to a secret nuclear test site in the idaho d. desert. Ed had received an emergency call about an explosion at the nuclear reactor known as S.

L. won. No one had been able to contact three men who were working that night. Velarium waved to his partner, who was waiting for me in front of the reactor building. The two men grab ed the gas masks and rushed inside.

They hurried up three flights of winding stairs that LED toward the reactors control room, past pipes and motors, and condensers towards the crap nerve center that control the reactor. The building was completely silent, safe for the frantic static from their guy. Gr counters the Larry o, gLance down and saw the needle pointing to maximum radiation levels.

He'd never seen levels at high before. When velarium open the control room door, his hearts skip to beat. The scene inside was total devastation, twisted metal scattered across the floor, clouds of steam hovering above the shadow control board, pools of blood and water everywhere, two bodies lay on the floor, bodies so badly mutilated, IT was impossible to tell who they were. But where, he wondered, was the third man. Then something above him caught his attention, something on the ceiling, something that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

From baLance studios and wondering, i'm lula mona, and this is rejected declassified mysteries. For each week, we shine a light on the shadow corners of espionage, covered Operations and misinformation to reveal the dark secrets are governments try to hide. This week's episode is called the forgotten meltdown.

IT was the dawn of the atomic age, a time in amErica marked by obsession with nuclear power. IT could be used to create weapons of mass destruction, but could also be used to create an endless supply of energy that was practically free. This miracle source could be used to power cities and less independence on foreign il.

In short, IT could change the way the world was run by the one thousand hundred and sixty nuclear power plants were springing up all over the country, providing thousands of jobs, lighting millions of homes. But in the headlong rush into the nuclear future, people seem to forget about the first nuclear disaster that happened on american soil in one thousand nine hundred sixty one. Most people have heard of the accidents at your noble and focusing a, so why not S R one? Maybe because the reasons for the explosion remains closed in mystery and misinformation to this day, was IT negligence a fatal design flaw? Or was IT something darker, like a crime of passion or a murder suicide?

What is the truth behind the idaho falls nuclear disaster? And how different might things be for all of us had that truth really come out? IT was late october thousand nine hundred and fifty nine in idaho falls, twenty year old U.

S. Army specialist jack burns spurted out his front door and down the street. Although the army had done its best to make in punctual, jack still tend to be late, and today was no different.

IT was his first day as a nuclear reactor Operator at the U. S. Arm's national reactor testing station, and he was about to miss his bus.

He reached the corner just as the bus role to stop. Jack left the board and dropped a few coins in the till. He moved toward the back but stopped when he saw one of the other passengers.

He knew him. His name was Richard leg. And they had gone with the same nuclear training programme in Virginia jacket. No, Richard.

Well, but he d seen him around, so he SAT in the seat across the aisle and asked if this was his first day too. The national reactor testing station in idaho falls was created by the U. S.

Atomic energy commission in nineteen nineteen forty nine. IT was a top secret side built out in the desert, miles away from any town. As jack and Richard made small talk, jack unpacked the lunch his wife arlean had made him.

Sh'd cut the cross off his sandwich just the way he liked he and arleen had, i'll ve been married a couple of years. Any light when he did these sorts of newly wed things? For me, jack was a man of action.

He haven't wanted to wait until he was old enough to join the army. So he fudged his birth records and enlisted when he was seventeen. The same went for starting a family.

He got married by the time he was nineteen, and he and arleen had already had a baby boy named jacky. Jack hoped working at the testing station would lead to a Better, higher paying job down the line. A bigger house had a Better life for his wife and son.

But besides the money, there was something exciting about working with nuclear energy. He felt like he was part of something bigger than himself. The bus was now moving through the lost river desert.

A barren landscape of scorch earth, sage brush and black love of beds was boiling in the summer and freezing in the winter. Eventually, the bus came to stop. Jack and Richards got off and walk toward the chaining fence that surrounded the testing station.

Jack felt a wave of disappointment. The main building looked like an old barn, and the two dozen reactors around IT looked like grain. He hoped the campus would look futuristic, shiny in metal, like something out of flash.

Gorden, but this looked like the set of an old western jack, took a tour of the campus and saw the reactor where he would be working. He was called sl one, a three story, thirty nine foot wide metal silo with a set of winding stairs that LED to a control room. Jack squinted at the reactor.

IT wasn't impressive to look at, but maybe would be more exciting once he understood more how IT worked. After all, he had already moved his wife and kid of the desert. He had to make the most of IT.

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