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Babaganoosh · 09-02-2002, 10:22 PM

This thread got me thinking. After Sept 11th and before the US attacked, my parents moved from Knob Noster, MO to Kansas City. For those of you who are not familiar with the name, Knob Noster, Missouri is the home of Whiteman Air Force Base and also the home of the B-2 Spirit Stealth Bombers.

Ever since Sept 11th there was a sharp increase in military aircraft coming and going. My parents lived directly in line with the end of one of the major runways at Whiteman so when I would visit them I got to watch the planes coming and going. I saw it all, stealth bombers, stealth fighters, conventional fighters, B1 bombers, even a British AWACS just after the 11th.

My favorites were the stealths. Before they take off, you can hear a massive roar in the distance. It sounds VERY different from a regular plane. When I heard that roar, I would head outside. Stealths usually passed over the house at a distance of a few hundred feet. It was always a rush to watch them. They are freaking huge. I got to know their routines. Pretty regularly a Stealth would take off and another would land a short time later. This was repeated around the clock at pretty regular intervals. In between stealths, a fighter or two would come and go.

The day I was helping my parents move, I noticed there wasn't as much outbound air traffic. I thought it was a little strange but I figured that things were settling down after the 11th. About mid-afternoon I heard the familiar sound of a stealth on the runway. This time it seemed louder though. It progressively got louder and louder. Finally a stealth took off. Followed by another, then another, and another, and another. In all, 6 stealths left in less than 10 minutes. After the last stealth left the roar continued. In just a few minutes 10-12 F-15s took off in the same direction.

I knew something BIG was up (no shit, huh). I glanced down the street. Two houses down lived a very nice lady whose husband was a stealth pilot. She was in her driveway waving in the direction of the roar. The following afternoon I got a phonecall from my Mom. She was swearing like a wounded sailor which she never does "It's started, we're bombing those motherfuckers. It's about fucking time."

I was about 30 miles from home in another town but I HAD to see what was up. I stopped in a little bar & grill in Topeka, KS and ordered a beer and watched CNN with everyone else who had filed in. It was such an amazing feeling finally getting revenge and hearing the cheers from the bar during Bush's speech.

09-02-2002, 10:22 PM
Babaganoosh ♥♥♥ Likes Hugs ♥♥♥ Industry Role: Join Date: Nov 2001 Location: /home Posts: 15,841	This thread got me thinking. After Sept 11th and before the US attacked, my parents moved from Knob Noster, MO to Kansas City. For those of you who are not familiar with the name, Knob Noster, Missouri is the home of Whiteman Air Force Base and also the home of the B-2 Spirit Stealth Bombers. Ever since Sept 11th there was a sharp increase in military aircraft coming and going. My parents lived directly in line with the end of one of the major runways at Whiteman so when I would visit them I got to watch the planes coming and going. I saw it all, stealth bombers, stealth fighters, conventional fighters, B1 bombers, even a British AWACS just after the 11th. My favorites were the stealths. Before they take off, you can hear a massive roar in the distance. It sounds VERY different from a regular plane. When I heard that roar, I would head outside. Stealths usually passed over the house at a distance of a few hundred feet. It was always a rush to watch them. They are freaking huge. I got to know their routines. Pretty regularly a Stealth would take off and another would land a short time later. This was repeated around the clock at pretty regular intervals. In between stealths, a fighter or two would come and go. The day I was helping my parents move, I noticed there wasn't as much outbound air traffic. I thought it was a little strange but I figured that things were settling down after the 11th. About mid-afternoon I heard the familiar sound of a stealth on the runway. This time it seemed louder though. It progressively got louder and louder. Finally a stealth took off. Followed by another, then another, and another, and another. In all, 6 stealths left in less than 10 minutes. After the last stealth left the roar continued. In just a few minutes 10-12 F-15s took off in the same direction. I knew something BIG was up (no shit, huh). I glanced down the street. Two houses down lived a very nice lady whose husband was a stealth pilot. She was in her driveway waving in the direction of the roar. The following afternoon I got a phonecall from my Mom. She was swearing like a wounded sailor which she never does "It's started, we're bombing those motherfuckers. It's about fucking time." I was about 30 miles from home in another town but I HAD to see what was up. I stopped in a little bar & grill in Topeka, KS and ordered a beer and watched CNN with everyone else who had filed in. It was such an amazing feeling finally getting revenge and hearing the cheers from the bar during Bush's speech.