Anyone else have Sting’s lyrics “I hope the Russians love their children, too” stuck in their head these days? My parents grew up with duck-and-cover drills, knowing that global annihilation was just one bad Soviet decision away. For my generation, the Xers, the nuclear specter was our default, a constant background-noise kind of fear punctuated by the occasional stab of terror when we watched a TV show like The Day After. My own teen, though, has been raised to hide under desks and barricade doors not against a rain of missiles from above, but to thwart an active shooter stalking the hallways of her school. And while her generation does fear an apocalyptic future in climate change, nuclear war doesn’t really register.
Still, the threat is real. Russian President Vladimir…