The sound of gunfire, cannonfire (especially A-10 cannonfire) and the krump of other assorted arty and mortars, gives me a warm fuzzy, generally. I grew up around it. Jets screaming overhead also tend to make me grin, and I can't control that.
You do what you do when stuff goes south. Some scream and shout, some work the problem. You never know until you have been through it.
I do know that me and Jesus are ok with me bleeding out on the side of a mountain during a blizzard.
I highly disrecommend the experience, though. A kidney turning into pulp because of blunt trauma leaves you unable to even scream.
/johnny
Do you think the cold kept you from bleeding more?