A screaming comes across the sky. But that’s to be expected when you shoot a guy out of a cannon. Especially a guy who really didn’t want to be shot out of a cannon and fought like a son of a bitch to keep you from stuffing him in there. Thank God we were wearing raincoats. There was a lot of spattering, which would have ruined our uniforms otherwise.

In retrospect, I think most of us eventually realized we probably shouldn’t have shot Frank from the cannon, regardless of how much he seemed to deserve it at the time. But we were young. We did a lot of things we wouldn’t do now. Shortly after that incident, of course, the war broke out, and we had more pressing issues to deal with.

I can’t speak for everyone, but if we had it all to do over again, I don’t think we’d shoot Frank from the cannon. I think we’d just beat the living shit out of him and let it go at that. It would have been the wiser choice. If Frank had been around to use as a human shield, maybe Joey would be alive today. But Time makes fools of us all.

Stupid Time. If I could save Time in a bottle, the first thing that I’d like to do is to shoot Time from a cannon.