When I was a kid, the local Air Guard flew Phantoms. This was the '70s, when the Cold War was raging. Regulations were a little less strict. Being on a family vacation, camped out in the desert and hearing and seeing a pair of them go over, followed soon by a double boom as they "chased that demon in the sky".
Even as a kid, it made feel safe. Today, they're flying the new Eagle II. Got the first operational ones, in fact. Heard them fly over the other day. Still felt safe. But a part of me misses the Phantoms.