We were alerted to a couple of F-18s on an intercept heading, so two of the weapon system crew (of which, I was one) looked out the windows (I was on the port side).
Saw one of the F-18s come up under our wing (not real close, just came up from below). Waved at him through the window and saluted (I was an NCO, figured it was a good gesture before getting "shot down"). He saluted back (nice guy - paying his respects before shooting us down)
Our pilot came over the radio and said for everyone to buckle in. We twisted and turned and ducked and dived for about 10 minutes while completely avoiding being "shot down" by guns.
We were listening to the F-18 pilots. They soon tired of us and went about 10 NM out. Got us with air to air missiles.
Never been so sick in my life on a plane, never been more grateful for the C-130 and our wonderful pilot. Had it been a real thing, we avoided the guns long enough for a CAP to come to our rescue.
When I was in the USAF back in the early 1960s, the only USAF planes I rode were the venerable C-121 and C-124. Then as a civilian DOD employee, I rode C-130s into and out of Vietnam and Panama, C-141s all over South America and even piloted a C-12 for about 20 minutes over the Saudi desert. My daughter was on a 4-month deployment to CENTCOM forward at Al Udeid AB in Qatar, and rode C-130s abd C-17s in and out of Afghanistan. The torch has been passed to the next generation.