I watched the takeoffs and landings for humanitarian air drops in Afghanistan, going and coming, near a base in Germany. Near dusk, they’d take off. Return was early morning.
Makes me sad to think of it. Hadn’t thought of it in awhile.
On the night of 9/11 I couldn’t sleep(who could?). My back yard is due east and the Atlantic is about ten miles away. All night in could see red and green lights, fighter jets at high altitudes zipping back and forth. I’ll never forget that.