Thought for the day. Normality's In your Town.

NKlamerus · **on:** March 16, 2015, 04:07:36 PM

This is kinda an extremely random thought but I'd also like to ask what you take for granted.

Living in Niceville/Valpariso in the panhandle of florida, I live 10 minutes away from one of the largest land mass Air Force Base's in the States.

I never realized how "normal" it is that when a jet flies over; you stop talking until is passes.

It's normal that you hear helicopters at 3 or 4 in the morning.

It's normal to see flares shot over the Gulf at night.

It's normal to be in a restaurant with over half the customers in a full military uniform.

It's normal that the day they are bombing, every "Shockwave" blows a light fuse in the newer college classrooms.

It blows my mind that tourists and visitors can sit in a chair and watch jets flyover for 30 USD per person. When I can sit in my backyard for free and see the same show.

I guess it's just a normality that I am accustomed too. (As well as the beach)

I'm not saying it's a Bad thing. Watching F35's train and sitting at the beach sure is nice. I guess I just don't realize how lucky i am to live in such an area.

Here is a photo taken of an F35 over Local Party Spot; Crab Island. (Ironic because it's not an island at all, just a sand bar)

Anyone else have anything they take for granted? I imagine most towns across the world were based on specific jobs? (Mining, fishing, commercial, agriculture, etc...)

NKlamerus · **Reply #1 on:** March 16, 2015, 04:42:48 PM

PERFECT TIMING

My news page posted this today

NKlamerus · **Reply #2 on:** March 16, 2015, 04:45:09 PM

Also, I'm spamming my own thread, but that was one of the last known photos of those helicopters.

One of them crashed not 2 days later in a fog exercise.

11 service men including 7 marines were lost.

http://www.usnews.com/news/us/articles/2015/03/11/7-marines-4-soldiers-missing-after-helicopter-crashes

Lichtbote · **Reply #3 on:** March 16, 2015, 05:41:33 PM

Next to us is the "Nordhorn Range" target field, and i will never be really used to it.

Mostly Tornados and Thunderbolts these days. They do their last turn and final approach over our houses, and nonetheless they have to stay at a certain height (now, i remember them comming in very low when i was young), their sound is still annoying on flight days.

If it would be in my hands, i would immediatly stop their training flights here. If they think they need to train to accompany the US military on their raids around the world .... they shall train in the US.

ToolJoe · **Reply #4 on:** March 16, 2015, 06:23:59 PM

Quote from: NKlamerus on March 16, 2015, 04:07:36 PM

This is kinda an extremely random thought but I'd also like to ask what you take for granted.

Living in Niceville/Valpariso in the panhandle of florida, I live 10 minutes away from one of the largest land mass Air Force Base's in the States.

I never realized how "normal" it is that when a jet flies over; you stop talking until is passes.

It's normal that you hear helicopters at 3 or 4 in the morning.

It's normal to see flares shot over the Gulf at night.

It's normal to be in a restaurant with over half the customers in a full military uniform.

It's normal that the day they are bombing, every "Shockwave" blows a light fuse in the newer college classrooms.

It blows my mind that tourists and visitors can sit in a chair and watch jets flyover for 30 USD per person. When I can sit in my backyard for free and see the same show.

I guess it's just a normality that I am accustomed too. (As well as the beach)

I'm not saying it's a Bad thing. Watching F35's train and sitting at the beach sure is nice. I guess I just don't realize how lucky i am to live in such an area. (Image removed from quote.) Here is a photo taken of an F35 over Local Party Spot; Crab Island. (Ironic because it's not an island at all, just a sand bar)

Anyone else have anything they take for granted? I imagine most towns across the world were based on specific jobs? (Mining, fishing, commercial, agriculture, etc...)

That must be a cool site to see all the hardware fly over on a daily basis. The joint airbase about 20 minutes away from me used to have air shows yearly but it closed down a couple years ago due to realignment and scaled down tremendously to an air guard only base.

Not sure if its something I take for granted or not but the Hatfield Meat Plant is probably a 10 minute drive from my house and when they are processing/rendering, the smell/funk travels over the entire area. It gets really bad in the summer time when its humid out and they are rendering

ironraven · **Reply #5 on:** March 17, 2015, 01:02:10 AM

I'm about 300-400 feet under the east approach at Burlington International when I'm at work. Gaurd Falcons, several times a day, lot of Hercs on their way to one place or another apparently because its easier to land here than like Logan when all you need to do is get gas and pee. The arctic/antarctic support guys, with the skies on their planes, are going through here now on their way to (I'm guessing) the depot. And half of Europe stops in to get gas if they are going to Red Flag or one of the other big exercises. YOu get used to most of it.

Although, the old manager had perfect timing. She wanted to give us a big speech about something, and it was a nice day, so lets do it outside. She didn't know to stop talking when a Galaxy was coming in. Her lips were moving. So was the ground. Everyone who knew what the flying house was just grinned and stuck our fingers in our ears. Loudest non-explosion related sound I've ever heard. Or felt.

We're slated to get the F-35 in a few years- NKlamerus, how loud are they compared to the F-16?

captain spaulding · **Reply #6 on:** March 17, 2015, 01:36:41 AM

The only normal thing I see every day is bums going through the garbage for cans and people asking me for money.

ducttapetech · **Reply #7 on:** March 17, 2015, 10:41:17 AM

I grew up on USAF bases. At least jets where fast. B-52s, not so much. Loved every minute of it. I miss the old birds flying low all of the time.

Nate