I once lived in a cheap attic apartment 100 yards from a busy crossing on an 8-track line (a mill town downriver of Pittsburgh), and learned to sleep through the whistles and let the rumble rock me to sleep.
I also grew up under Greater Pittsburgh International Airport's old approach route (they were gear-down over my house). When I went to college I couldn't sleep at first because while I had train whistles I didn't have any airplanes.
I've also lived across the street from a steel mill's main entrance where we could hear the shift whistles.
I really DO NOT comprehend people complaining about roosters, chainsaws, cattle, tractors, and other features of rural life.
The artillery at Ft. Bragg doesn't seem to bother my cockerel so far. Or maybe I just don't notice.