Three matching helicopters-all in formation! Low enough to the ground to give a birds-eye view of post-flood-destruction! The roaring, methodical thump, was enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck to creep up.
It's not unusual to witness a dozen or so planes from my parents deck in less than an hour--coming in low--'on approach' to the Cedar Rapids airport. Yesterday, looking out at the vast expanse of sky that's my parents view. It wasn't what we saw that was so eerie, it was what we didn't.
Not a plane in the sky for miles--that meant only one thing. A no-fly zone issued in our air-space for this last-minute visit by the nation's leader. (My dad's a pilot--what can I say? Growing up in my house you have to notice these things--why do you think live so close to the airport?!?)