Long Live The King!
I was 5 or 6 the first time I posed this question to my Dad and thus continued my education in the Military Sciences including some live fire artillery exercises that I begged for months to watch.
As a kid, it was the most incredible thing I'd ever seen felt or heard and it's still pretty high up on that list.
Mom did NOT approve at all and I'm sure she was starting to wonder if someone gave her the wrong baby when they adopted me. She had specifically waited for a baby girl to take home and I wanted nothing to do with that plan.
Dad, meanwhile, had more than a wannabe son. He had a little girl who hero-worshiped him as only a daughter can who also liked to watch (or assist) things blowing up.
Father and son soap box races? That's nice.
We made father and daughter daisy chains...out of trainer claymores.
US Artiliary Up Close & Personal!