The fighter jets would start at 9AM and go through sundown. Sometimes they would buzz me so close my ears hurt. Often they would bank high and do other aerial tricks.
They were always going fast and making lots of noise. You can actually see the jet wash. Once one passed, you could see flames. I’d sit down to eat a cookie and one would appear ‘as if from nowhere’ and cause me to drop half my cookie in the dirt.
There were all manner of weird planes and few appeared the same. If I tried to use the bathroom, one would be on me, close enough to see the pilot with it’s afterburner going full blast. Whoosh….
I kept wondering why these jets would come through this valley so often. I rechecked the map and I wasn’t on military land. Then I realized, I was camped just outside Independence USA.
