I forgot to mark the 25th anniversary of NATO’s bombing of Yugoslavia, a childhood-defining event if there ever was one (I was 15 at the time and a high school freshman). Well, today marks 25 years since the modest Yugoslav Army missile defense shot down the F-117 stealth bomber. The story is as good as a wartime story can get: there were no fatalities, the two main characters became friends, and the wreckage is now in a Belgrade museum, ignored by schoolchildren for whom these events are ancient history.