Used to live in Richmond Hill Ga, Helicopters flying overhead and the firing sounds of Bradleys, Abrams and Artillery could be heard on occasion, when the weather was right. Turn the TV up a little and all was well. Once in a great while there would be a low flying C130 or some variant going in at night. ( Ft. Stewart was just down the road, and Hunter AAF was just up the road).
Isn’t it cool? One day I was working on my house, standing on the ladder step they tell you not to step on when a whopper of an explosive WHOOMPH’d.
Yea, that got my attention.
At our last house, we were two blocks from a trauma center with a railroad crossing just down from that. Throw in the Air base five miles away and, well, you get used to it.