The divorce lawers are wielding 50 megaton crust crackers and red mercury cluster bomblets. This is going to be one fun war coming up. Fair play and sportsmanship somehow went right out the window. We're now officially in a Robert Heinlein science fiction story. Between Doomsday Death Shrouds and Neutron bombs, what happened to the love? A mere twenty years ago a kinder era thought even in nuclear war there should be limits. Nobody talks about limits at all anymore.
Imagine Vault-Co times a thousand. That's World War III in a nutshell. It's probably going to be worse than anything I have ever postulated.