It don't get more awesome than an F15E

An eye-straining wait and then a faint glint in the distant valley, closing fast it towers on scorched air into the blue, trailing white ribbons from its wing-tips as it bullies the sky to give up its moisture. A shock-wave shimmers fog around the F15E as it dives around into the next crease in the landscape.
I try hard to track it but the Auto focus gives up and I drop the camera from my eye, this time maybe I should just experience this without the barrier of the viewfinder, I’ve got the shots anyway.
Thunder roaring and skin tingling I watch as this formation of finely machined components working as one squeeze the air again and shed another skin of white cloud; the pilots fixed stare on the gap in the valley is almost visible through his visor.
I am deafened and yet can hear with every atom of my being, I feel its movement and heat, I smell its fire breath, heaven and earth shake around me, and I can nearly touch this beast.
In seconds it is gone; the hole it made in the sky closes around me, hot, then cold damp confused air jostles for order and all is calm again, over too quick I long for the next one.
I can only contemplate what it must be like to be the receiver of its wrath.