FINALLY had a flash-back

I wouldn't call it a PTSD thing, as I am confident that I have been lucky enough to not have been inflicted with the mental distress my peers have had. However, the ballooning did trigger a more instinctual reaction of what to do in a ambush situation. To those who haven't ever been trapped in a vehicle while it has been pelted with rockets, it is a very traumatizing and humbling experience. The order of operations is generally the same; first is some sort of explosion either from a roadside bomb or RPG, followed by a barrage of SAF (small arms fire) that splinters your windshield or shatters it depending on the glass. managed to calm myself down within a matter of seconds, filed a police report for insurance purposes and went about the rest of my night. However, in the amount of time when I felt engulfed by training instincts, I remember searching for my weapon and grabbing for my radio to call in air support. I laughed at the thought of what these two kids would have done had a Warthog came screaming over their head. Anyways, that's my exciting story for the evening. 

TL;DR: I attempted to go "operator" on kids who hit my car with "ice"balloons. 

It's survival instinct that's now ingrained; you retrained your nervous system. Not a bad thing- it just means in some 'less-than-survival' situations you'll perhaps overreact a little bit and get jacked for a few minutes. Not a huge deal, and not strange either.