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!