I am not one who panics. If the windows were up and I roll them down I would get a breath and wait for the water to stop rushing in, which I know it will do when its full.
You really won't know until you're in that situation. That and do you really want to add extra time to it if you don't need to? 'Snot like they're even remotely waterproof, so you're still gonna get wet.
But, I've seen grown and trained men panic in various situations. I've seen 'em break down and cry. I've seen 'em fold up on themselves, rock back and forth, and spout gibberish. The military, for all it's cracked up to be, is gonna test your limits.
Then, add the intensity of battle. I've seen a dude with a sucking chest wound cry for his mama 'cause he wasn't ready to die. It made a bizarre gurgling noise and it was hard to understand what he said, but it was fairly clear. 'Snot like the movies. There's good reasons for most of us to be fucked up. You spend your entire childhood learning that killing is wrong and then they teach you to kill.
I forget the exact percentage, but a large percentage will not even fire at the enemy when the time comes. Some won't even fire a shot.
Combat's fucking terrifying. It leaves a hole in you.
I hope I never am in a combat situation.
I don't think I would panic, I wouldn't enjoy it either
For what it's worth, nobody thinks they'd panic. It's pretty fucking stressful.
After all that, I'm convinced there are two kinds of former-Marines that saw combat. There are those who have PTSD and there are those who fool themselves. LOL
Me? The closest I came was firing suppressive fire. I tell myself that I didn't hit anyone. At the same time, it's not something I talk about. I have talked about it. I just don't care to. For better or worse, I am home, safe, warm, and well fed. Gotta love that.
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