We live close enough to Hill Air Force base, that if it's quiet in the house (rare) at 7:30 am, we hear revelry playing. I'm not sure if it means 'get up' or 'better be at work' for them, but I think it's the latter. I've driven past the base at 6-ish and it looks like a mega-marathon with all the runners and walkers. What I was thinking as revelry played, was that the pilots must have thought, 'What the heck, we've been up for hours.' They were. They gave me a nice 5am wake-up call this morning. I swear every plane in their fleet took off, one right after another. Then, they did it again at 6. (Also, they were taking off last night at 10:40. Busy day for those guys.)
I don't mind being awakened in this manner. (I was already awake at 5-phooey!) I LOVE jet noise. I have loved it ever since we moved here. It's thrilling to hear the roar of the engines as they fly right over my house. When we first lived here, I used to run out to my backyard to watch them. I don't do that anymore, and many times, I don't even notice when they're flying. But, I still love to watch them and will pause in the Wal-Mart parking lot to gaze at them. Unlike my husband, I have NO desire to ever fly in one. I'm happy to just watch. I'm sure they wouldn't appreciate me puking in their cockpit, anyway.
These planes are a reminder to me that we live in an amazing free country. And it also helps me remember and appreciate all those people who put thier lives at risk so I can enjoy the lifestyle that I do. It's a little early, but Happy Independence Day to all of you.