Drone

My bad ex was high up in the military. He didn’t kill anyone but did the finances. I remember once going round to his neighbours for Christmas drinks. Over a glass of wine I heard that the man operated a drone, while his wife waxed lyrical about the drone of Lancaster bombers. It took me too long to connect the killer next door to the dropping of bombs on wedding parties in the Middle East. I wonder if the neighbours in the pretty cottage with honeysuckle, memorabilia, and knickknacks ever did, or do, make that connection? Or is it all just combat and collateral damage in the eyes of men made for war?