At the end there, we couldn\u2019t stop talking about Kamikazes.<\/p>\n
Dart\u2019s father had served in the war, in the Pacific, against the Kamikazes. Mine had too. Europe, dropped in a parachute over Europe.<\/p>\n
For now, though, 1976, Dart came along in our family\u2019s station wagon to the Mar Vista library so we could look up Kamikazes.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce,\u201d Bart\u2019s father told us, \u201cKamikazes hit our carrier in the Battle of Leyte Gulf. Almost sunk us, suicidal Japs.\u201d The fighter pilots killed themselves for war! We looked at each other, thrilled. His father did not like me. My father worked at the bank and probably hadn\u2019t noticed our war obsession or chalked it up to, in his familiar phrase, \u201cboys being boys.\u201d<\/p>\n
Our fathers did not speak. His father blamed the Vietnam War and Watergate on the Jews. Both fathers hung up the American flag every Memorial Day, every Veterans Day, every July 4th, the only two houses on our cul-de-sac to fly the American flag. His father called the other people who lived on our block \u201chippies\u201d and Jews because they did not fly the flag. Some of us were. My father called them \u201cCommunists.\u201d We didn\u2019t care about our dads, unless they were telling us war stories.<\/p>\n
We watched a World War II TV show about fighter planes. We also had Big Wheels, hard plastic tricycles that we crashed into parked cars on the top of the flat cul-de-sac, and into curbs, garage doors, bikes. Kamikazes.<\/p>\n
\u201cDie! American scum!\u201d We dedicated ourselves the way the Kamikazes had. Our poor fathers. We idolized the enemy.<\/p>\n
One afternoon, our friendship came to an end. Dart\u2019s father stood on his tiny lawn, arms crossed. January in LA and we wore tee-shirts. They lived at the bottom of the hill while we lived at the top, another condition explained by our Jewishness, Dart had told me. On that afternoon, Dart\u2019s father heard us scream fake Japanese epithets and in English, \u201cDie American scum,\u201d as we rammed our Big Wheels into American ships. \u201cKamikaze!\u201d Finally, and suddently, he ran up the hill in his undershirt and grabbed Dart by the neck. From my point of view on my Big Wheel, I could only wince at how painful his grip looked, Dart was father a muscle-bound man. He dragged skinny Bart off his Big Wheel and down the hill, leaving the Big Wheel in midair, Dart\u2019s sneakers dragging on the pavement.<\/p>\n
I watched Dart struggle. I watched Dart\u2019s pained face. So I began my strafing run, a Japanese pilot, shooting at Bart\u2019s dad, and yelling at him as I rode at him, \u201cDie, American scum, Die.\u201d I smashed my Big Wheel into his legs, the best Kamikaze move I had, killing my friendship with Bart, eliciting his father\u2019s response, \u201cDie yourself, you Jew\u2026scum.\u201d He kicked his legs at me, but I flew away back up the hill toward my house, wondering why his father copied our use of \u201cscum,\u201d thinking of Bart as a casualty of war.<\/p>\n
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