Last night I met a gentleman who works at a nuclear submarine base.  He’s been stationed in Bremerton for the past two years.  I inquired why?  Because his nuclear vessel ran out of its nuclear fuel, and it takes three years to make more: Two years to make it, one year to refuel the sub (while being continuously guarded by high-security personnel).

This strikes me as odd, dangerous, reckless, and another example of our country’s staple ingredient to its industrial military complex.

The following photography essay was captured a few years ago during a three-month peace walk from Dublin, Ireland to London, England calling for a nuclear-free civilization.