We live near the Marine Air Force base. So near in fact, that some of the missions require the Marine Air pilots to fly right over our house. And, they fly low. Really low. So low that the house shakes under the supersonic sound waves.
My husband tells me that when the planes are flying a mission over our house that they are practicing taking off from the short runway and that they are doing this to prepare for a deployment overseas. He should know. He's a retired Marine.
When these F-18s fly over, our house shakes and rattles and even though I have my door to the outside closed, I have to stop talking on the phone because people on the other end of the line can't hear me. All they hear is the sound of the plane. It's fearsome.
Mary tells me that folks down here say: "Listen to the sounds of freedom." To me, they sound more like the sounds of war.
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Leslie, thanks for your inspiration.I do love the bubba-ette blog. You rock!
As for the jets, I guess we all have our own opinions on what that sound is. Is it freedom? Is it war? Is it both? That sound was very comforting to me in the days right after 9/11. I knew there was nothing "I" could do, but I was glad that someone was doing something. I felt safe, secure and able to sleep.
It is an unnerving sound when you first hear it, but after awhile it's just another sound of the lowcountry. Enjoy!!
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