New Years Day, and Independence Day.
This is the second of those days, and my neighborhood sounds like a war zone.
It's the fireworks.
Usually, I don't mind loud noises. Hell, I spend as much time as I can on a firing range, contributing to the general miasma of Gunsmoke. Sometimes I look around for James Arness, but he's not there, so .. I expect the noise and the light and the smell.
But when all of my neighbors are shooting off fireworks, sometimes I get that "Flashback" thingie.
I can handle the strings of firecrackers, although too often it sounds like a squad initiating an ambush with their M16s.
The big aerial bombs, though, they sound like the CRUMP! of a B52 strike from a distance. Sometimes like claymore mines, or even hand grenades. It depends on how far away they are when they go off.
This is the one day a year when it gets me.
I've learned that it's easier to handle if I go outside and watch the displays .... at least it helps me to put the noises and the flashes of light into the perspective. I tell myself: "It's okay, it's just fireworks. people are having fun. Relax and enjoy it."
A few years ago a group of folks who enjoy shooting together in USPSA matches gathered at a friend's house for a Fourth of July celebration. After dinner, we gathered at the curb while the host set off fireworks. I recall that, when a string of firecrackers went off, The Hobo Brasser (a certified Chief Range Officer) was counting off:
In the context, it was great. It was fun, and fine, just good friends enjoying the display.