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.
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.