I stood as temporary Operations Officer one time in the National Guard unit that flew Hueys around Connecticut, and got a noise complaint one time from a woman who was right under the middle marker at a local airport. She couldn't stand the noise of the guys practicing ILS approaches.
I told her,"Some day you might be on your roof in a flood, and that sound would be very welcomed, woudn't it?"
She said, "I live on a hill"
We all have thin memories when it comes to putting up with annoyances, unless we need them right away. Kipling said it very, very well:
Then it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy 'ow's your soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes" when the drums begin to roll.."
For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that an' "Chuck him out, the brute!"
But it's "Saviour of his country," when the guns begins to shoot"