I spent 14 months in the Air Force at Forbes AFB, KS before it shut down and turned into a municipal airport. One of my abiding memories of Forbes and Topeka is standing outside the barracks one spring evening and gazing up at the sky, which was covered from horizon to horizon with what looked like dirty cotton batting. But above that cotton batting was a sky full of flickering white neon lights, flashing over the entire sky non-stop for hours, and yet without a sound reaching us on the ground.
We got a visit later that night from two tornadoes, one of which blew down the doors on one of the flight line hangars and resulted in a C-130E in the hangar doing a wheelie. I saw it later the following morning, close-up. THAT was impressive . . .