Well, I hope the Lord didn't forget that the Field Artillery goes back to at least 1908, when the original version ("The Caisson Song") of what is now the Army Song was composed. Vocal version with lyrics posted for a good hearty singalong is here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJybwgtR970

Meanwhile, I'm sure my dad (82nd Airborne, WWII) would be pleased by the video's tip o' the helmet to the Army paratroopers. They sure did the Lord's work on D-Day and the months following.

But, Lo, on the Eighth day, the Lord smote the combined arms team with overminders such as the SecDef and the CiNC, who made them to deploy unto Afghanistan without their sacred artillery. These birdmen from on high, who were possibly high, ifyouknowwhatimean, spake unto the combined arms team and proclaimed their fires would be provided by the holy air force and naval aviators who flew in the firmament overhead of them. Their fires were more accurate, and would smote the enemy, whose name shall not be spaken, more skosh than the legacy arm of artillery, said they.
Behold, the infantry cried out for fires on the battlefield once, and the aviators of the firmament replied they were not allowed to fly at night for fear of taking enemy fire upon themselves, so precious and spotless were they. Again, the doughboy cried for indirect fires, as was covenented unto him by the gods of war, and from the holy field manual, from time immemorial, to call for fires from behind the mountain to beyond his own hole, to smite the enemy and to bring order from chaos, and to create victory where otherwise there was none. Again, the aviation responded, we are down for maintenance, and cannot vouchsafe your battle as you require.
And there was no victory on the line. Somewhere, an infantryman cries, but his betters in DC are too busy lying in bed with aviators, whose scent is as perfume, and whose laundry never needs washing. Pity the poor combined arms team, whose only hope is the mighty artillery, but whose deranged leadership can provide none. Amen.

"Artillery lends dignity to what would otherwise would be a vulgar brawl." --Napoleon

As to the above: too many scotches, too many woulds

Darkwater: Artillerymen are noted for their Scotch. A list could be made of Artillery officers who made it big, including the commander of my father's infantry division, George Hays (Medal of Honor).
I was infantry in peacetime, but my pappy was a WW II artilleryman who always seemed to be on or behind enemy lines where too much action was.
In the interwar years, the USA developed the best artillery organization of the war fighting nations; best vs Germany, Britain, Russia or any other. This according to the Brits, BTW. US artillery was superior to the organization, equipment and performance of our armor, for instance. Germany did better with tanks, but we ruled the cannon fires on the battlefield, mostly because of the uniformity of calibers, and the design and employment of radio and telephone communications. American arty was more responsive and nimble than any other. That means deadly.
Doubling range, the subject of this post, is well and good. However, the future of American arty, if it ever comes on line, will make each tube the equivalent of a WW II battalion of cannons. If we truly want to dominate (and of course we should) then this will be implemented.