Fuck, complain about the inability to sleep while the perforator works, etc. My fun childhood took place in military towns throughout the former USSR. The towns were built, as a rule, 10-15 km from the fields. Now imagine what is division or army training. Do you imagine? I explain: over the houses, helicopters arrive at the target, and they are deeply upset that you have a night/afternoon sleep/little children. Tank and artillery shootings are taking place. Pilots are trained, artillery, etc. Glass clutches, grumbling over two weeks, day and night.
In the end, if I want, I sleep in any noise and I manage to sleep out. The perforator compared to the helicopter line is full.