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Here we are with the final episode of when the Wind Blows. Which nuclear film shall we do next? I'm thinking the day after or Dr. Strangelove maybe testament. If you're a patron, go and vote for which one you'd prefer. I've put a poll up@patreon.com Atomichobo and speaking of Dr. Strangelove, a reminder that our latest Nuclear Book Club video was out again. You'll find that on Patreon. And our book for next month's Book club is Red Alert by Peter Bryant, which is the novel which inspired Dr. Strangelove. But for now, our last four minutes of when the Wind Blows. Our last four minute segment ended with Hilda crying out in horror when she realised that clumps of her hair were coming out in her hands. Jim knelt on the floor to comfort her. And they were both on the carpet together, two sick, skeletal people, completely alone. The radiation sickness is now brutal and relentless. Initially, it manifested itself in symptoms Jim could sweep aside loss of appetite, feeling a bit dizzy, Dear, that's just a bit of stress. It's natural after the bomb. But now they're in the grip of dreadful symptoms which Jim, Gallant Jim, can't explain away. Let's take a look at the British Medical Association's 1983 book, the Medical Effects of Nuclear War, so we can try and grasp exactly what horrors Jim and Hilda are enduring at this late stage of radiation sickness. Of course, being out in the Sussex countryside, they avoided any blast or heat injuries from the bomb and have been left to die slowly of radiation sickness instead. At least if they'd been closer to ground zero, they might have had a quicker death. As it is, they are dying slowly and which may make it worse for them. They don't even understand why they survived the bomb, didn't they? The war is over, isn't it? So why are they suffering like this? And where is everyone? Why does no one come to help? They don't understand what's happening to them and so they don't know how to respond to it, how to treat this sickness. Not that you can treat it. All you could hope to do is alleviate some of the symptoms. But they also didn't know how to avoid it either. We saw that in earlier scenes as they left their inner refuge far too soon after the bomb dropped. They wandered about in the garden. They sat under a shattered roof and beside broken windows amidst contaminated dust, and they made tea with contaminated rainwater. The BMA's book tells us that we don't have a lot of studies showing us exactly what high doses of radiation do to the human body. Really, we only have the examples of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Chernobyl would provide some dreadful case studies, of course, but that was still three years in the future when this book was written. So the chief sources of what a high dose does to the human body comes from Japan, 1945. But even then, from a research standpoint, the waters are muddied because many of the radiation victims who presented for treatment in Hiroshima or Nagasaki had also suffered other injuries in the attacks. It was rare to find someone who suffered radiation sickness only. But the BMA tell us, we can say with certainty that, quote, at the extremes of life, sensitivity to radiation is increased. We hear that in threads. Also when the narrator tells us that, quote, the stresses of hypothermia epidemic and radiation fall heavily on the very young and old. Their protective layers of flesh are thinner. In the first few winters, many of the young and old disappear from Britain. So it is with Jim and Hilda, an old couple. They are likewise about to disappear from Britain. So what other symptoms are they suffering? At this point, the book tells us they will have gastrointestinal symptoms such as diarrhoea, and perhaps including bloody diarrhoea. Quote, Death is likely to result from a combination of fluid loss and secondary infection, and that is something which is very troubling. They will probably not die at the same moment. At least if they'd been caught in the blast, they would maybe have died instantly and therefore together. But with radiation sickness, it's probable that one will be left alone for a time with the body of the other. And that is an unbearable thought. Let's turn now to the powerful book Death in Life by Robert Lifton, which is about Hiroshima survivors. And in dealing with radiation sickness, it refers to it as an invisible contamination. You might have survived the blast with no obvious physical injuries. You might have perfectly smooth skin, not marred by burns or bruises or lacerations from flying glass, so you got through it without a scrape. How lucky. But in the days and weeks after the bomb dropped, many of these lucky people started to fall ill with symptoms as the book describes, like fever and nausea, loss of hair, loss of appetite, purple spots appearing on the skin and bleeding from the mouth, gums, throat and rectum. This is exactly what Jim and Hilda are enduring. And had a doctor been present to do tests, he would surely detect an extremely low white blood cell count. The book says these symptoms will usually continue on a progressive course until death. Here's a quote from the these manifestations of toxic radiation effects aroused in the minds of the people of Hiroshima a special terror. An image of a weapon which not only instantly kills and destroys on a colossal scale, but also leaves behind in the bodies of those exposed to it deadly influences which may emerge at any time and strike down their victims. This image was made particularly vivid by the delayed appearance of those symptoms and fatalities two to four weeks later in people who had previously seemed to be in perfect health and externally untouched. Now, I don't mean to trivialize it, but it reminded me of the classic moments in Hollywood slasher films. Just when you thought he was dead, the killer gets back up. And so this radiation sickness seems especially cruel because it strikes down people who might have been relieved that they or their families had actually survived this terrible bomb. Here is a quote From a Hiroshima survivor taken from Death and Life, page 59. My daughter was working with her classmates at a place a thousand meters from the hypocenter. I was able to meet her the next day at a friend's house. She had no burns and only minor external wounds. So I took her with me to my country house. She was quite alright for a while, but on the 4th of September, she suddenly became sick. The symptoms of her disease were different from those of a normal disease. She had spots all over her body. Her hair began to fall out. She vomited small clumps of blood many times. Finally, she began to bleed all over her mouth. And at times her fever was very high. I felt this was a strange and horrible disease. We didn't know what it was. I thought it was a kind of epidemic, something like cholera. So I told the rest of my family not to touch her and to disinfect all utensils and everything she used. We were all afraid of it. Even the doctor didn't know what it was. After 10 days of agony and torture, she died on September 14th. I thought it was very cruel that my daughter, who had nothing to do with the war, had to be killed in this way. So, back to the film. Hilda and Jim are clearly both near death. Their faces are tight and drawn, looking like they've been chiseled out of stone. Their eyes are sunken, their legs speckled with red sores, their hair falling out around them. The house is getting darker, not just because of the buildup of dust from outside or from the descent of nuclear winter. It just seems to be dimming as their own life force is dimming. This was their retirement paradise, remember their little Garden of Eden in the perfect English countryside. Hilda kept it neat and tidy and polished and pretty, and Jim made sure the garden was always brimming with flowers and the window frames fresh with bright paint. And now it's black and filthy. The roof has fallen in, the windows are broken, the walls are grubby with ash. The pretty house is dying with them. At this point, so near to death, Hilda makes a suggestion. Why don't they both crawl inside those big paper sacks that they have? Maybe they'll offer some kind of protection. But before we go into that, into why Hilda says that, let's look at the scene here. Jim has crouched down in front of Hilda to comfort her as he always does, gallantly trying to keep her spirits up. But Hilda stands up suddenly when she has her idea about sheltering in the sacks. This leaves Jem kneeling on the carpet before her and and it reminds me again of their marriage, of Jim's marriage proposal. We've had some sad little reminders of that since the bomb dropped. Like when he presented her with the last remaining fruit pastel in a tin. Such a treasured, precious object. It was like presenting her with her engagement ring again. It sat in the tin, sparkling in the light with its sugar crystals like a diamond ring in a box. That was the first thing he presented her with. And now here is the last. And wasn't the fruit pastel the last one in the house? The last one in the land?
Jim
Maybe?
Podcast Host (AtomicHobo)
Wasn't that also a token of love, just as the ring was 50 years ago? Well, again we have an echo here of the marriage proposal with Jim kneeling at her feet as she stands over him. An echo perhaps of the happiest day of their lives. A day filled with hope, when we might say that their life together truly began. And now here it is ending. We've come full circle. And could they have ever imagined that this was how it would end? Once Jim is on one knee asking her to marry him. And now here he is on his knees with a different question at the end of their life together, he is on his knees asking whatever. 4 Dear. Here's a clip.
Jim
Shall we get into those paper bags again? Whatever for, dear? Well, you never know. There might be another one while we're asleep.
Hilda
Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt. It would be a sensible precautionary measure in a. In circumstances. I've told you, this is an all out war situation. And well, I mean, another IBM might come over.
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Hilda plods slowly out the room to get the paper sacks and Jim puts his hand to his face in despair, suggesting he knows very well that this won't offer any kind of protection. Even if it did, they're both too far gone in the radiation sickness. But what's the point of protesting so late in the day? He follows her out of the room and they both, with a terrible aching weariness, step into some dirty, crinkled sacks, the ones made of that tough, leathery paper that used to get potatoes in. I feel quite old saying that, because potatoes now come in nice, crisp, clean plastic bags in the supermarket. I can remember being in a greengrocer's, where big dirty sacks of potatoes would be dumped on the floor, slit open and you'd fish them out yourself, getting your hands all smudged with soil. So they both step into these tough old paper sacks, one for the lower half of the body, then they pull another over their heads. Obviously this looks absurd. The point, I suppose, is this looks daft. Well, of course it does. Didn't Jim also look daft when he was nailing his doors to the wall and stacking them with cushions and painting his windows white? It's all daft. The whole notion of civil defence and a nuclear war is daft. The message of the film is you might as well duck inside an old potato sack for all the goods that protect and survive will do you. I know there are listeners out there who will disagree with that. It's just that is the message of the film, that civil defense can't protect you against the bomb. And to prove that, here we have our characters climbing inside dirty old potato sacks. But maybe there's also an element of comfort in this strange performance for Jim and Hilda, because it perhaps mimics the comforting routine of getting ready for bed, slipping into clean and cozy pyjamas and then bedding down for the night. Because that's what they do here, in a way, wrap themselves in those grubby sacks and then retreat into their inner refuge and lie down. But is that perhaps too sentimental to imagine Jim and Hilda tucked in for the night? Night, night, sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. So any idea we had of comfort here is quickly whipped away from us. The film won't allow us to wallow in Anything sentimental, it might dangle it before us, because we know that Jim and Hilda would gladly wallow in sentimentality, but we, the viewer, we will not be allowed it. So the illusion of comfort is shattered by Jim and Hilda trying to make weak little jokes about how they feel like potatoes in these sacks. So, no, forget anything cute and sentimental. No, you must think of them here as potatoes, as dumb vegetables. And not even a relatively fancy vegetable. They are not asparagus or artichoke. No, they are plain, stodgy potatoes. This silly talk of them feeling like a potato prompts Hilda to say in a slow, dreamy voice, maybe in her illness she's approaching some kind of delirium. I would hate to be buried in the ground. Well, we can assume that that won't happen. We can assume that her body will never be buried in the ground. She and Jim will surely die here and lie here. We can only imagine what might happen in the future. Will people arrive one day from Argentina or New Zealand and try to clean the place up, try to salvage something from the northern hemisphere? If so, will they bury our dead? Or maybe no one will come. Or maybe in thousands of years, archaeologists will dig up this little patch of Sussex and tell us that once there was a cottage here. Bones of an old lady and old man found lying side by side. And a battered teapot was found and a wedding ring. Or maybe we need to dive even further into the future. Maybe a new race of people will uncover it, but they won't have any concept of teapots and wedding rings, and all their stuff will just be litter. It will mean nothing to them. So Jim and Hilda, wrapped in their dirty sacks, crawl back into their refuge. And as Hilda suggests, they wait for the emergency services to arrive. But her voice here is so detached and weary that we know she doesn't believe that she has finally accepted that no one is coming. And so they crawl into their hole to die like wounded animals, arranging themselves on the floor in their sacks. They resemble, of course, body bags. And you just think how very polite and British of them to make themselves neat and tidy for anyone who might one day arrive. And we'll find them neatly bundled up in sacks. How like dear Jim and Hilda not to want to cause a fuss.
Jim
We better just stay here and wait for the emergency services to arrive.
Hilda
Yeah. Yeah. Yes, they'll take good, good care of us. We won't have to worry about. About a thing. Just. Just leave everything to them. The governmental authorities will know what to do with us. The powers that be will get to us. In the end,
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having crawled back into the refuge, Hilda suggests that they pray. Who to asks Jymn what a question that is. What despair and bleakness is gathered up in that very simple question. The implication that there is no one out there to hear his prayer. There is no one out there in the lanes and the streets and the meadows of Sussex, and there is no one up there in heaven either. Jim is staring into absolute blankness and isolation. It's terrifying. But as ever, even at this very last minute, he won't let Hilda down. And so he stumbles into a prayer for her benefit. But he forgets how to do it. What do you say? What are the words? How does it begin? He fumbles and begins with the words, dear sir. No, no, that's not it. Then he clutches the other scraps of prayer and holy words he's heard that we've all heard recited over our lifetimes. Dearly beloved, he starts again. But no, no, no, that's not it either. Of course, that is from the Church of England marriage service, another reminder of their marriage and life together. Finally, as the film starts to fade out into a scene of a cloudy sky, he clutches at the famous prayer, the Lord is my shepherd. And of course, that contains the line, I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. And we've talked in past episodes of his fondness for that prayer, but also how that line echoes Tennyson's famous poem, the Charge of the Light Brigade, which is, of course about the brave men who charged into the valley of death and were killed. And it was all due to mistake, an error, a miscalculation from the men in charge. Someone had blundered, says Tennyson. But the ordinary soldiers, they are the ones who suffer, as the poem says, theirs not to make reply, theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die. And they die, the men in the poem, because those in charge, the powers that be, as Jim always terms them, had blundered. And here we have mankind's ultimate blunder in this nuclear holocaust. As Jim was often so fond of saying, powers that be will get to us in the end. By this time, Hilda has had enough of his prayers.
Hilda
Into the valley of the shadow of death.
Jim
Oh, no more love, no more road.
Hilda
The same.
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Well, that brings us to the end of when the Wind Blows. I hope you've enjoyed our look in depth at this film. I hope I've done it some justice. As I said at the beginning of the episode, we are now voting over on Patreon for our next nuclear war film to get the four minutes treatment. I've made the poll open to all. You don't need to be a member to cast your vote, so head across to patreon.com Atomichobo Cast your vote. I have voted for the day after. As I said in one of the comments on the page, it's not the greatest film, not the greatest nuclear war film, obviously, but it had a huge impact and certainly there's a lot to discuss with that. So that's the film which gets my vote, but I think currently in the lead is Dr. Strangelove. So take a look and cast your vote. And a reminder, if you're a patron at the appropriate tier, you've got your new Domesday Library Book Club video to watch. That's also on Patreon. And for next month's Book club we will be reading and discussing Red Alert, which is the book which inspired Dr. Strangelove. So thank you for listening. Do take a look at Patreon and consider joining up as a paid member. You get lots of goodies for that. Bonus episodes ad free listening, access to all my nuclear archives, etc. So I hope to see you there. Bye for now.
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In the final episode of her deep-dive series on the animated film "When The Wind Blows," host Julie McDowall offers an unflinching analysis of the story’s harrowing conclusion. McDowall synthesizes medical literature, survivor testimony, and her own observations to explore the realities of radiation sickness, societal breakdown, and the emotional devastation experienced by protagonists Jim and Hilda. The episode is both a critique of civil defense policies and a meditation on mortality in the nuclear age, drawing poignant parallels between cinematic fiction and grim historical reality.
Recaps where the last episode left off: Hilda is horrified as her hair falls out; Jim comforts her, both are now skeletal, terribly ill, and isolated.
McDowall references the British Medical Association’s 1983 book "The Medical Effects of Nuclear War" to clarify symptoms and progression of acute radiation sickness.
Jim and Hilda’s slow demise stands in contrast to the fate of those closer to ground zero, who would have perished instantly.
Jim and Hilda wait for emergency services which will never come.
Hilda suggests they pray. Jim, in bewilderment and despair, struggles to recall the words, fumbling through borrowed fragments of official prayers and marriage vows—signaling both their lifelong bond and their abandonment.
Their dying words are clipped and faultering, as is their hope.
On the hopelessness of their ordeal:
“They don’t understand what’s happening to them and so they don’t know how to respond to it, how to treat this sickness. Not that you can treat it.” (04:51)
On radiation’s lingering effects:
“This image was made particularly vivid by the delayed appearance of those symptoms and fatalities two to four weeks later in people who had previously seemed to be in perfect health and externally untouched.” (10:29)
Host’s critique of civil defense:
“The whole notion of civil defense and a nuclear war is daft. The message of the film is you might as well duck inside an old potato sack…” (17:33)
Hilda and Jim’s last exchange in the refuge:
“We’d better just stay here and wait for the emergency services to arrive.” (Jim, 21:57)
“Yes, they’ll take good, good care of us. We won’t have to worry about a thing … The governmental authorities will know what to do with us.” (Hilda, 22:04)
Ultimate despair and faith:
“Who to?” (Hilda, 22:31)
“Oh, no more love, no more road.” (Jim, 25:11)
Julie McDowall maintains an empathetic yet unsparing tone—blending clear-eyed analysis with flashes of dark humor and poignant sorrow. She threads survivor testimony, historical commentary, and cinematic moments into a tapestry that critiques both societal delusions around nuclear preparedness and the tragic failures of ordinary people caught in disasters they never understood.
The episode closes the arc of Jim and Hilda’s story—and this podcast mini-series—with a powerful meditation on loss, futility, and the inability of institutions or rituals to provide solace in the face of nuclear apocalypse. At its core, it is a call to confront uncomfortable truths and to remember the human cost behind every governmental error.