I wheeled her out about 1000. Bore was spotless, paint was clean. I had calculated the amount of blackpowder that should be good in this size bore, & settled on 2 ounces of 1F, as I was unsure the pine wood carriage would take the larger calculated charge.
It was a proud moment, be sure of that.
I loaded the charge, followed by some damp rags for compression, rammed it home, & lit the fuse to fire.
BOOM!!!
Boy, that WAS loud.
Please excuse the noise, it’s the sound of Freedom!
AND, I didn’t ‘splode up.
Happy Independence Day to all.
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Two months later, I had conflicting thoughts on action. It was 11 Sept., 2001- you know the day. Be quiet, be contemplative, grieve?
No.
Take out the cannon, & commence furious fire. I fired over 3 pounds of 1F, 2 oz. per shot.
I am an American; you will not defeat me.
You sons-of-bitches will NEVER win if America survives, hell, even if only I & others like me remain.
God Bless the United States of America.
Thanks to you all who have followed this narrative.
DT
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1 comment:
Got-DAMN but I can HEAR the defiance in your narrative, DT.
Wish I'd known you on 9/11.
I'd have helped you load the cannon.
I loaded lots of other guns that day.
Thanks for sharing the cannon's "birth" with us, BTW.
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