Cold war indeed

Around Veteran’s Day, the third grader came home all excited.  A veteran had visited his class to speak about his experiences in the Vietnam War.  The boy explained to his dad about how the veteran had to parachute from a plane that was shot down and landed in the snow and had to wrap himself in his parachute to stay warm.

Dad gently corrected the boy.  Vietnam is a warm place, he told him.  It doesn’t have snow.

The boy thought a minute.  “Oh,” he said, “it must have been the Cold War.”