I have a confession to make. I love jet noise. No, I mean I REALLY enjoy hearing the jets pass over. I am probably the only person on the planet who thinks that jet noise reminds her of ocean waves crashing against the beach. Okay let me rephrase that as I feel a bit apprehensive of using the word crashing in the same sentence where I am speaking of jets. In my mind when a jet flies over that is the roar of the wave and as it continues on its way that is the sound of the waves retreating. I know it sounds crazy but that is seriously how I feel and why I guess it is that I am not bothered by the sound. In a strange way I feel comforted by the jets presence.
I am not this way with all aircrafts. I assure you I do not have a perverted joy of listening to airplanes. As a matter of fact when we lived in Charleston the opposite was true as we had aircraft flying over our apartment at all hours of the day and night. Only in that case the aircraft were C-141 Starlifters. They were a military cargo plane which looked like a huge whale and flew so low over the apartment that you could wave at the pilots as they flew by. No there was nothing sexy or comforting about those planes, at least not for me.
I have also lived near airports where aircraft of all kinds would come over and I never quite got used to their sounds. The first time I ever heard a leer jet fly over I nearly dove for cover thinking it was a tornado so, as you can see, it is not all planes that make me feel safe and comforted.
I do however absolutely love the sound of a Huey, which is pretty much the muscle car of the helicopter world. They are loud, powerful and without a doubt the sexiest sound in the military. Something about that helicopter just makes my heart skip a beat but then that is a whole other blog and I will stick to the aircraft at hand.
I think my love affair with the fighter jet started with September 11. We were living in Michigan at the time in a small town with the population of around twenty five hundred. We lived a couple of hours away from Selfridge Air National Guard base and it was not uncommon to see the occasional F-16 fighter jet pass by, especially on the weekends when the reservists were in town.
After 9-11 the jets flew over more frequently. Not only had their flight schedules increased but their silhouette had changed as well because now they carried missles. It was both frightening and comforting to see them flying so near, carrying their weapons proudly for all to see. On one hand I felt scared because of the necessity to suddenly see armed aircraft and on the other it was comforting to know they were there, ready to act if needed. One thing was for sure, the aircraft that once flew overhead simply to allow their crew to meet their flight requirements were now on a mission which was much more serious. They were there for me, for us, to keep us all safe.
I think knowing why the aircraft are up there makes their noise much easier to bear. I feel that saying no to jet noise would be like saying no to freedom. If the jets don’t fly the pilots don’t get to practice. If they don’t practice they don’t hone their skills. If they don’t hone their skills then maybe when push comes to shove they would miss their mark. I for one am not ready to take that chance. I say let them fly. In the morning, throughout the day, at night, bring it on. It is the sound of freedom baby and I say let freedom ring!