The quick rise of the  missile  and its contrail... which isn't gas, actually it is many of many little minerals... you could  marcher  right up to it, a year later, and touch this pillar spume. Parts of the Southwest resemble a  fumée   forêt , filled with petrified  arbres  rising up like this in counties where the Army bought the right to  test  missiles.     C'est là qu'étaient les armes. Elles s'échappaient jour et nuit.