My dad was an F4 pilot. First time I saw one was when he returned from the war. We were stationed at Holloman AFB in New Mexico. We could hear them before we could see them. Then out of the blue they came in over the mountains one after the other. They put on quite a show for the families waiting on the flight line.
They each did a low pass, touch and go and dipped their wings. What a magnificent plane!
Worked with a guy who flew back seat in Robin Olds squadron, the stories he told were awesome...
She was a rocket...
I get goosebumps from them and from the P51 mustangs.