Russian Invaders, American Heroes

When I was growing up in a small town outside of Detroit, I spent the usual amount of time playing war games. The one I remember best was a non-nuclear, domestic version of an imaginary “World War III,” pitting me and my friends against an invading army of Russian soldiers. Beneath the canopy of elms and maples that lined our street, we took on the Russians with stones, hunting rifles, and the symbolism the epoch provided. I was part of a guerrilla band of children, striking the e...