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  • From: Gene GeRue <genegerue AT ruralize.com>
  • To: homestead AT lists.ibiblio.org
  • Subject: Re: [Homestead] Forget oil and housing, let's talk about water...
  • Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2007 12:09:52 -0500


On Oct 21, 2007, at 10:38 AM, Lisa K.V. Perry wrote:

So you can actually get them to change their path and share the heart
palpitations with other families?

In our case, the squeaky wheel got the grease. We persisted with phone calls, found the right person to talk to, he sent out a captain and a Department of the Army civilian with two GPS units. They set them on the ground next to the house and waited half an hour for them to settle down. The two units had very slightly different readings, they averaged them, we chatted; they went over to my friends' place about a half mile northwest, did the same thing. They gave those readings to the dispatch officer down in NW Arkansas who actually set flight plans with the big SAC base up by Kansas City, Whiteman AFB, I think, where the B -2 flew out of.

Within a couple days, we had no more fly-overs.

Yeah, heart palpitations is right on. I remember the first time one came over me. I was out in the garden; I heard this roar way down hollow; it got louder and louder; suddenly this monster craft thundered in just over the trees and right above me. I thought I was dead for sure. I damn near fell to the ground. No chance to run. I figured either the Russians were coming in under the radar or this plane was gliding down to its crash site. Waited for the crash sounds to come back to me but the engine sounds just waned. Glad those instruments did their job. The windshield was covered with metal shutters. I later called them the Darth Vader planes. Scary as hell. The training flights are, in fact, to train pilots to fly under radar. Barely above the trees, swooping up and down over hill and holler.





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