I have a picture in my mind that stays with me.
It was perhaps 1949, I was maybe 6 and playing in the yard in Austin, Texas. I heard a sound in the distance, strange buzzing, slowly, slowly growing closer, and louder, and closer, and louder. Then, I could see specks on the Eastern horizon growing slowly larger. I will never know how many planes there were, or exactly what kind, obviously WW II planes headed West. Seems that I recall twin tails and single tails with engines on both wings, thus likely transports and bombers. They stretched across the horizon from left to right and front to back, low, and seemed to me to take forever to pass overhead. They were in formations and spaced apart just as you see them in photos today. I tried to count them...must have been several hundred. They just crawled slowly across the sky. It was truly, to be overly dramatic, an awesome sight as I stood there looking up until my neck hurt. Somehow, I sensed that I was seeing something to remember.