I really miss the trains. . . . . in a negative sort of way. I used to love to be flying somewhere, sitting back to enjoy the ride, thinking "ok, no enemies around, it's ok to take a nice long drink of that Coke..." when all of a sudden I'm surrounded by flak and my plane is getting shot apart. I'd think WTH?! Look down, and sure enough, there goes the "Little Engine that Could" chugging along on it's merry way.
Also, IIRC, didn't the building in the old towns die in such a way that it was much easier from the air to tell if they'd been destroyed or not? Seems like it, but I'm not sure.
Geez, only been here a year and a half and already sound like a nostalgic old fart....