One of the more odd experiences I’ve personally had with military aircraft was with a non-stealth fighter, I believe an F-16 but not positive. I was driving a little Astro van on Hwy 264 through the Alligator National Wildlife Refuge between Manteo and Englehard. Speed limit was 55 and I was running about 80. The road skirts the coast most of the way and there is NOTHING for miles, but there is a practice bombing range used by the military, I believe using lasers rather than actual ordinance at least for the most part. I had heard they use it for supersonic runs by parking a carrier off the coast, break the sound barrier offshore, make their training run, and then back to the carrier.
Anyway, there was no one in sight, clear sunny day, and I see this fighter jet coming from my left running very low. As in I couldn’t tell what color uniform the pilot was wearing but I could see the pilot as he crossed the road slightly ahead of me. I heard nothing. There was no jet wash. It was like he was flying by some weird magic. He was out of sight by the time the noise and jet wash caught up and dang near put me in the ditch. Of course it made sense at that point, it was one of the supersonic runs one of the locals had told me about and he was outrunning his own noise.
That part was pretty cool to experience. Scary part was realizing he was there, could have done whatever he wanted to do, and was miles away by the time there was any sound. If I hadn’t happened to see him I would have had no clue what happened when the sound literally hit me.
Unlike many here, I was never in the military. Just what I know of it is amazing, comforting, and scary all at the same time.