The AEC is my shepherd; I shall not live.
It maketh me to lie down in radiant pastures; it leadeth me beside deathly waters.
It destroyeth my bones; it leadeth me in the path of frightfulness, for its name’s
sake.
Yet, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will hear no evil; for
thou art with me; thy bomb and thy SAC, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a fable before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest
thy words with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely, strontium and fallout shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell
in the house of the AEC —but hardly forever.