It probably affected me in ways that hopefully have been resolved by now, but at the time, we have to figure that I was a 14 year-old boy in the heart of the USA-- getting shot at with real bullets was something that such a boy as me was liable to brag about before admitting any trauma, so the terrible things that I witnessed that day were likely buried under a bravado that I thought I needed to manufacture and reenforce as an adolescent boy in those days.
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