One of my neighbors seems to be reenacting part of the Tet Offensive in his back yard, from small caliber arms to artillery. I’m especially fond of the mortars that launch sky rockets: Foom pause BOOM!
Jean Shepard was in, I think, Korea. He was walking in a city near a construction site when they unexpectedly blasted a hole in the bedrock. As he stood up and dusted himself off he looked around and saw other former infantry men whose reflex to hit the dirt was still strong decades later. At this time of year do you have similar problems?
not to that extent, but I do flinch at every mortar explosion. The exMrs Vader was a wreck for weeks for a few years after the 4th of July, New Years Eve and Memorial Day after she came home from Iraq.
OTOH, I had a Cocker Spaniel with papers and everything that apparently had been raised in a barn with the other gundogs because she greeted explosions like shotguns with joy; someone in this suburb finally knew how to have fun.
On yet another hand, a family of plovers moved in across the street and she didn’t have a clue what to do with them.