Try this.

I flew a C-130 sitting in web seats like this just once, and that was only about a three hour trip each way. It's bloody loud in there. One of the crew handed out little pink wax-and-fiber earplugs, and told each of us--separately--"don't eat this." Makes me wonder who they usually deal with. The toilet is a spittoon stuck to the wall in the back with a tiny little curtain around it.

I spent a lot of time looking at that big back door and trying to figure out what the pressure load on it was.

I did get a window (a tiny porthole) that I could twist around and look out of. I figured out where I was when I got close to home (Minneapolis), and could recognize patterns of highways and the positions of small towns. Actually saw my grandparent's farm from the air.