We Waged War with the Heavens

With enough firepower to invade a small nation, we assaulted the skies. The parkinglot battlefield is scortched with gun powder and littered with debris.

Our casualties: A few singed hairs, a couple burnt thumbs, a sunburn or two, and a welt from a misfired firework. But the atmosphere will forever remember this assault.

Beer, barbeque, explosives, and needless destruction. I've never felt so American.