What This Is Search the Internet for the term "Rainbow of Death," and you're not likely to turn up any relevant sites, except for this one which I've created. I know, because I've spent weeks doing it. This is because the Rainbow of Death doesn't actually exist, at least not under that moniker. "Rainbow of Death" is a term coined by my late grandfather, John Wheeler. The ominous name reflects his horrified discovery that the top-secret government project he was working on, in fact, had quite the opposite of its intended effect. From what I've discovered about this project so far, however, my grandfather's term seems almost euphemistic in retrospect. Sometimes there are worse fates than even death. I learned of the Rainbow of Death after finding an old journal, written by my grandfather while he was in Southeast Asia during the Vietnam War. The journal tells the story of a hard-working, honorable young husband and father, thousands of miles from home, trying to do the right thing for his country and the world. A man trying to use his knowledge of the natural sciences to help right a terrible wrong. A man who was trying to save lives. Except, as he found out, he wasn't. I believe something or someone associated with this top-secret program, this Rainbow of Death, was responsible for my grandfather's demise. I believe he saw something his eyes were not meant to see. I don't know whether he was killed as a direct result of what he learned, by someone trying to keep this dark secret hidden, or if he chose to sacrifice himself to protect the family and country he loved so much. But I do believe that regardless of who pulled the trigger, so to speak, someone thought this Rainbow of Death was worth more than my grandfather's life. I've recently come to believe that my grandmother, Grace Wheeler, knew about the Rainbow of Death. So did my mother and father. I actually believe my father John Wheeler, Jr.'s death when I was two years old may have had something to do with the RoD as well. I believe my father was looking for answers when he disappeared. This site is an attempt to find the answers that have eluded my family for 40 years. In 1967, there were not many avenues available for a grieving widow to find the truth about her civilian late husband's top-secret government program. 20 years later, a few more doors were opened for the widow's son, an enlisted man and a bright and budding biologist himself. Another 20 years of technology have presented considerably more resources at the disposal of the last surviving member of the Wheeler clan, me. The world today is a treasure trove of information, packaged and served up in ones and zeros. I'm ready to start digging. Will you join me and help?