Charles Sweeney, piloting The Great Artiste just off the Enola Gay’s right wing, watched the 10-foot cylinder as it fell from the strike plane. He thought, “It’s too late now. There are no strings or cables attached. We can’t get it back, whether it works or not.”3 Little Boy wobbled or “porpoised” slightly, then steadied on its course, like a missile. It took a steeper trajectory and shrank quickly from sight. It would fall for forty-three seconds to 1,800 feet over the Aioi Bridge, its detonation point.
