1

Wait till she's 3.  Took my daughter to her first air show this summer (she turns 3 on Tuesday) and she adored it.  She thinks every plane is going to see her "Nana" and when she hears multiple fighter jets at once, she becomes giddy with ecstacy.

'Course, she also tells me in the middle of loud thunderstorms that there's nothing to be afraid of - "it's just noise, Mommy," - and calls fireworks "pretty thunder".  I think she may just like loud noises.

2 personally, from my 13 years in the AF, the Sound of Freedom is a pair of F-4s, but I'm an old guy

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And let's be very specific: 

The Sound Of Fredom =

What you hear overhead. as you pray to your god and snuggle your M-16, in response to a combat controller or a FACP calling in an airstrike, regardless of the aircraft.  That's the sound of freedom.  Been there.

4 And god love it, I am absolutely absorbed by belonging to a nation of warriors.  I count myself fortunate to share the soil of this nation, despite the fking cowardly shtbags.  There are so many men/women that stand up for what's right in this country that saying that I'm proud of them is not enough.  I love all the patriots.  You keep us all strong, and we love you.

5 My kids hate 'em.  But they hate Obama, too, so I'll keep 'em around a while.