I had a crazy experience when I was at a party in high school. My friend had just turned 17 or 18 and had a bunch of friends over to his house for a pool party. I was walking towards the food inside. Randomly, I looked up for a second. Instantly I froze. Passing right over the party was a B52 bomber. Though I was never a ‘plane’ person, the shape of a B52 is incredibly distinct and memorable. If you don’t know, here’s a picture of one:
It was flying incredibly low, about as low as the clouds. What was incredible was the absolute silence with which if flew. Me, and perhaps another five or ten people who happened to be looking up spotted the aircraft passing directly over us. Everyone else at the party was completely oblivious to what had happened. It was incredible that an aircraft could be flying so close to the ground but quiet enough for no one to notice.
Of course, it was a little discerning to see such a powerful machine flying over us, particularly considering it was in Washington D.C.. There was suddenly an odd dynamic at the party. 90% of the kids were going on with life as usual, 5% were in some sort of “holy shit did you see that” mood, and 5% were considering what the situation must be for a B52 stealth bomber to be flying over a residential neighborhood in Washington D.C..