into the bowels of the Musée and was, for the first time upon arriving, truly impressed. The high curved walls and floors were all of reinforced glass, held in place by great cast-iron arches. Held suspended on wires were a fighter jet he recognized as American from the early 2000s and a massive helicopter he identified as Russian... primarily from the Russian flag on the tail.
       Riding the lengthy escalator, he marveled.
       Here are two war machines, worth who-knows-how-much, once thought to be the pinnacle of defense. Now, look at them, hanging useless, their missile silos cemented over, their cockpits stripped. He doubted either of them had ever even been used.
       Stepping off the escalator, his boots clicking...

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