Flaming beercans
Many years ago and far far away, our beloved Corps used to let me fly Cobras. In an enclosed cockpit, we couldn't hear anything from the ground, except a heavy caliber (.50, .51, 12.7, etc.) fired directly at us. It made the skin of the aircraft resonate with a thump, thump. The tracers, for most of their flight, looked like they were coming straight at us. If they missed, they appeared to move sideways at the last possible moment. When they moved sideways, it exposed more of the tracer flare, so it looked like it flared up, as well. They looked like flaming beer cans as they went by. Our tracers, from the mni gun, fired at either 2,000 or 4,000 rpm, so they showed up really well.
The net effect was to slam shut our sphincter muscles, with the result that we extracted rivets right out of the steel seats with the ensuing slam. Our metal shop stocked plenty of replacement rivets.
Anyway, you could see the tracers coming.
Be Well,
Scarface