“That was a plane that was used to kill a bunch of Japanese…” The docent paused proudly before the aircraft for effect.
My son tightened his grip on my hand. He stared up wide eyed at the machine guns poking through the canopy.
“Mommy. What’s a Japanese?”
We had come to the vintage aircraft museum because aside from frogs and lizards and ninjas and Star Wars, the thing that kid loves more than anything else is airplanes.
Up to this point though, we had not talked about how some airplanes are used to kill people.
Now, I am struggling with what to tell my son about war. Past and present and future.