We were blasted out our beds before 7am this morning by vibrations from the big guns. The whole house shook! It sounded just like someone was pounding on the interior walls with their fists!
We looked on the map and Chiweenie Acres is only two miles from Camp Pendleton's "back yard" where the boys play war games.
At least no one can complain if we occasionally bark. There is no way we can compete with the sonorous depth and volume of Big Bertha's "bark".
Okay, gang, sounds like they've stopped. Back in the house for a nap!