Late ‘72 or early ‘73 employed out of FTW area as a pipeline patrol pilot my wife and I were sitting on the shore of Lake Benbrook facing south with fishing poles on an early morning with our backs to a hill which blocked any views or sounds from the north. The early morning calm was shattered by B-52-D’s on a MITO roaring overhead only a few feet above us. Because of the hill behind us we had no warning until suddenly long black trails of black smoke and screaming water-pumps broke the silence overhead! The nose was PAIN-ful and a Buff passed directly over our heads every few seconds fanning out with slightly divergent headings until the normally-clear sunny morning became black with soot!
Kinda ended any hopes of catching any fish. What a memory!