Strange Plane Memory

It's bright and very sunny. I'm squinting from the sun light. It's midday. I am out on the airfield. The land is so flat. The air is warm. I'm trying to focus my eyes on a plane that is in the air. I must have just come from being inside. I'm not sure whether it is an enemy plane or one of ours messed up and trying to land. I feel a certain amount of anxiety and concern. Standing with the others, who are also watching, I see the plane fly off. I'm not sure which direction because it is high noon and I can't figure a direction. Once the plane is out of easy visual sight, most of us return to whatever we were doing. I can see the wooden building. We are once again at the familiar airfield that I have described so many times earlier.