I'm not even remotely brave. I'm not stoic or stalwart or hardy or tough. (Just ask Doug.) Hand me a thesauras and I'll tell you a few more things that I'm not. I'm a big, huge, pain-averse wimp. I used to think I had a good sense of humor, but even that disappeared in the days following the quake. I felt like I was walking around in a catatonic state and the only emotions I had were fear and anger and numbness. But the only time I showed any emotion was when I irrationally barked at my kids for some minor indiscretion. I have NOT been the face of calm. (Inside my head=$#@!*&!!!!!!!!!!)
And yet, the nuclear threat doesn't scare me at this point. I've heard both arguments--both sides of the coin. (I really really have. Trust me.) And I'm NOT saying we're immune from danger up here. I don't think that. And I'm not saying we still wont leave if things get sketchy. We will.
But for now, I have a plan. I'm keeping my eye on the big wigs. The base commander is keeping his family here. He's got three little boys (and a super hot wife). The head of legal is Roxanna's husband. He's in "the know" if you know what I mean. He's still here. (And plus, they're super crazy vegetarian health nuts, so you know he worries about the health of his FIVE kids.) Also, we know the wife of the head guy who does all the radiation testing. He's a super brainy bio-scientist-whatsit of some sort. His wife, family, baby--are staying.
So for now, even though it is EXTREMELY tempting to get the heck out of dodge and run home to both Mommies, (mine and Doug's) we're staying put. But trust me when I tell you: If ANY of the three above mentioned families start making plans for departure, I will be right in line behind them getting on the plane.