Pinwheel Practice at the Proving Ground

Overheard at the artillery field…

Let’s take out that minuscule target with a 240 mm cannonade.

No need to sight anything let’s just shoot willy nilly.

Let’s just load them up and fire and screw the captains and the colonels.

Let’s shoot everything that moves: officers, infantry, birds, planes, squirrels, deer, and deer flies.

Let’s fuck everything up, and then shoot ourselves in the head with our sidearms. 

Whattaya’ say, Bill?  Whattaya’ say?

I wanna kill everybody, too.

Boy they trained us well.

I say, what the hell. Why not?

They’re using us for fodder.

Why don’t we get them before they get us to run hugger-mugger into some fusillade?

Let’s do it, Bob. Let’s do it.

There were pinwheels.

There was fire.

“Every writer I know has trouble writing.”

— Joseph Heller