A little late to express my appreciation:
"This may cause trouble now, but consider the long term economics. They will never have to pay for a drink again. And if Mattis says he didn't laugh a little, lies!"
and thanks.
After all, it takes some daring-do and leg rocks to fly one of those things into battle.
First sonic booms I heard were after I moved out to CO, early 60s, from NYC, with its dozens of airports. Never took notes as to when they quit out here, though. (I believe I may have heard one or two after that while camping up on the Pawnee Grasslands at night, though.)