Right. At Clark AFB in 1971 we got called out at night for an ALERT. They threw me out at an elephant grass patch I llooked around and decided I was close to the runway drop off about 600 yards away. After a couple of hours at staring at the dark, I heard jet engines fire up (about a mile away from where that is commonplace). Soon the drop off lit up and an obvious jet lifted SLOOWLY up where I could see it plainly. I locked and loaded, watched this thing rotate fron L to right, point itself in the correct position and roared off with exhaust flaring. I didn’t know if i was supposed to shoot him down or what. I never saw ANYTHING like that. About an hour later a Colenel or something came out, I reported to him,he offered me a cigarrete,and said “See anything tonight, Airman?” I knew no Col. ever inspected boondock posts, so i said “No sir.” Here they were testing a Harrier aircraft. I had to clean my knickers out.
That’s a pretty darn good story! Ha!