The Air and Water show has descended upon Chicago. The first year I lived in Chicago, I was lying in bed and heard these HUGE planes flying above my house. Not only did they sound fast, but they sounded LOW. They sounded like something very bad was happening.
What I didn't know was that weekend was the Air and Water show, and the pilots practice on Thursday. I managed to go one year with a bunch of friends, and I was stunned.
I was stunned at the movement and formations of the planes. How talented one must be to pull these stunts off. How incredible flight still is to us -- how there's something magical about it. I was impressed at the show before me.
But I was also stunned at the circus that surrounded the show. Huge tents and displays, blaring music, directing people to the various booths -- for the Army, the Air Force, the Navy, the Marines. Oh, right. This, at the end of the day, was a huge advertisement for our military. Think this is bad ass? Join the military.
C'mon, you know you want to.
It rattled me. This wasn't all fun and games. They were trying to get people interested in the cause. But of what? Death and dying? Wars that made no sense and were wastes of time and money? A system where you're broken down so you are loyal?
No. I wasn't having any of it. And every year since, I grow more and more wigged out by the spectacle. Watch my video for more clarification, and a sneak peek at the Blue Angels in action. (P.S., I know the iPhone video rule. It just doesn't mean all that much to me.)
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