Circa 1947 when I had to shoot Lily Cowles in the shoulder region.
So we were out here trying to peacefully greet these damn Extraterrestrials that had just crash landed in rural Roswell Nuevo Mexico! much to our chagrin, these SOB's can shoot gosh darn flames from their phalanges. Cosmodio and his crew burnt up one of my Superiors, turning him into a bacon crisp, so I had to shoot the little platinum blonde Alien chicky (Lily Cowles) in the clavicle.