Makes me mis the bad Ol', good Ol' days of the Cold War. Watching A-10's come in from the west over Range 35 at Baumholder and blast the crap out of old derelict armored vehicles. And then riding in Blackhawks flying balls out, doing nap of the earth, below the treetops, with the doors open, and praying that five point restraining really worked.
There really was nothing like looking out the doors and up to see the tops of the trees, while doing 100 knots.