You shoulda seen it (and felt it and smelt it) from my perspective. They goose the thing to full throttle and sit there, they send us around the plane to wiggle the pods, the flaps and belly tanks (or bombs or missles on other types of planes), then scramble out from under the thing, this huge, relative to the size of a man, shrieking beast (the engines in an EA6/A6 being especially penetrating at military power), drop to one knee and grab a tie down star. Pilot salutes, hits the anti-collision lights, cat-guy drops his biscuit-hook to the deck pointing north, and away it goes, spewing forth foul fumes and heat all over us. Ya look up the deck, and as it always does, the plane drops below the level of the deck a little or a lot before it climbs out. All effects seem to multiply at night, and landings at night and in bad weather are multiples of THAT. It's unimaginable if you haven't been out there on a deck to see it.
Doods like EK, folks, I dunno how they WALK with the balls they're sportin.