When I enlisted in '99 I went to school to be a Crew Chief on B-1b's. I loved and despised that airplane. Everyone ought to try replacing an APU or over-wing fairing seal, just for fun... The front windscreens were a peach too. That said, I loved being around it and after busting my ass for 10-12hrs to watch one blast off with 40-50' trails of flame coming out of the 102's it was gratifying. I do miss them ver much and would like to know how many that bled on have now dropped in anger...
Mine is similar but a bit different. There's and inert-only range near Salina, KS named Smoky Hill. It's one of the bigger range complexes in the mid-west. After the B.R.A.C. was over and we knew that we were losing the Bones, they did one final drop at smoky about a week before they left. The unit was invited out to see the drop along with family/friends due to that being the final farewell. The one I launched out that morning no. 86-115, was piloted by a friend/mentor of mine who was one of the best and most natural pilots I've ever seen. I asked him to give me one pass after the drops had been made in a N/S direction, cuing in on a small tower and my '85 Cutlass, as fast and low as the tower would allow.
The result was that after the drops, I watched him fly off into the distance and disappear. A bit later there was a speck on the horizon. It got bigger slowly and then much faster. When he passed over, the shockwave was building at the wing glove, tail root and the nose and there was NO sound. However tall telephone poles are, he was about twice that height. As he passed over, (low enough that I spotted a missing apex fastener in the tail)... When the sound finally caught up, it caused a mild heart arrhythmia and my chest felt like it was in an earthquake. That was something I'll never forget.