Just took my family down to San Fran this long weekend. I'm active duty navy and what to my suprise the weekend we're there is fleet week and air show. Was standing out on pier 39 watching the blue angels when some nutbars behind me started complaining about the noise they were making and the terrible pollution they were leaving behind (you know, those innocuous "smoke" trails they turn on and off for effect). I turned around and said with all the disgust towards these left-coast whackos "That, my friends, is the sound of freedom."
Bought me a couple loaves of sourdough and got the hell out of dodge.
During my nine + years as a Regular Army officer, my soldiers' training was compromised by the prairie mole cricket (Ft. Riley, KS), the red cockaded woodpecker (Ft. Bragg, NC / Ft. Stewart, GA) the indigo king snake (or some such thing at Ft. Stewart, GA), the desert tortoise (Ft. Irwin, CA) and siebert stakes (tree nursery markers, in Hoehenfehls, Ger.)
As a platoon leader or company commander we would do our best and treat the off-limit areas as chemically contaminated or mined. It still sucks when you can't teach troops to dig a proper defensive fighting position for fear of disrupting the habitat of the prairie mole cricket...