Revelry


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.

Comments

  1. Michelle SJune 22, 2010 at 8:49 AM

    I woke up to that too this morning! I often wonder, when they do that, if they are all taking off to protect us from some attack.

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  2. ~heidiJune 22, 2010 at 4:00 PM

    I agree with you, they are something I have become accustomed to. I love listening to them, and when I am outside I will also pause to watch them. I agree with Michelle, I sometimes wonder if they are taking off to protect us.

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  3. LiaJune 24, 2010 at 3:19 PM

    Philip would love to have the "Hill" in his backyard. We get the Blackhawk hellicopters out here, but that's all. He too would love to fly in a jet one day.

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