Over the top

Though I can hear the zoom of the jet planes over the museum here in Reykjanesbær, I am not listening to it. I am listening instead to the sound of the wind and the waves.

Maybe it is because this show of bravado, this show of force, implicit in these maneuvers do not really belong here. Maybe it is because I have heard this all before and often. Somehow or another, it just does not sound sincere.

At El Toro airforce base, growing up, or even now in Florida, the Blue Angels roaring overhead did seem sincere, in sync with the crowd and the surroundings.

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