Piece of Quiet?

The kids are in bed, tucked safely in. All is still at my house when {Whoomp!} the windows start rattling, and the floor shakes. Then again 30 seconds later, and another two on the heels of the last. Whoomp! Whoomp! Whoomp!

I'm used to it, I guess. I live near the firing range and boy do these soldiers like to blow things up! Call it training, night fire; some of my neighbors may call it annoying and wish they hadn't moved so close.

My kids are used to it. They'll sleep right through. They have grown up near the firing ranges most of their lives, they don't even ask me what that noise is anymore.

That's part of being a military family, part of being near a military post and part of being truly an American. That is the sound of freedom. The sound of peace in action, the sounds of protection. I don't find it annoying at all. I find it to be a great comfort. Whoomp! Whoomp! Whoomp!

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We Are A Happy Family said…
I grew up by a naval air warfare base. We constantly had bombs blowing and windows rattling.
One day as I was driving from Utah to CA, I stopped at a rest stop 90 minutes from my house.
It started to shake and there was that whoomp. A lady in front of me asked if it was an earthquake. I said, "No, that was a bomb." Afterwards I thought, "Boy did I pick the wrong thing to say." Oh well if its not one thing its another. Love you Aunt Mary. Kristina
January 17, 2008 at 1:49 PM
ABW said…
My kids will wake up if there is thunder or other loud noises, but they will sleep right through people being in the field and our windows rattling! I also find it very comforting.
January 19, 2008 at 5:37 AM
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