I recall being airborne over Cambodia in my mighty 135-knot Cessna O-2 hearing one of the last-minute ArcLight warnings - and [bleep] a brick while trying to find the broadcast location on my decrepit old map. Because all I knew was that the coordinates they were giving were roughly where I was at that moment. Mk-82s and Mk-84s are supersonic or nearly so when dropped from 40,000 feet, so I literally would never have known what hit me.
Of course, I wasn't there and my existence would have been disavowed, so no fault. Yeah.
