I used to caddy for my dad at a golf course near MCAS El Toro, and the F-4s pretty much took the fun out of golf. I don't know why we dropped any ordnance in Vietnam. If we'd just dedicated 3 weeks to flying F-4s around at 500 feet and 150 knots with the landing gear, slats, flaps, aux tanks, gun pods, a half dozen SNAKEYE, and maybe a RAT hanging out in the breeze, I'm pretty sure Uncle Ho and everyone else would have thrown in the towel from all the gawdawful screaming noise.
Of course, we wouldn't have been able to see 'em waving the white flags through all the smoke . . .