Every time I have been in a combat situation, whether military, security work, fighting, or self-defense, I have never had the issue with being overwhelmed with adrenaline and the chaos. I get dead calm in such situations, and everything seems to slow down around me, while I see, hear, feel, and even smell with an almost uncanny clarity. In combat, using a scoped rifle, I was able to actually see the bullet track, like a thin, ghostly ripple with a spot at the leading edge to it, as shown in this video clip. Every time I've shot at a person, whether with a long gun or handgun, I've hit what I was aiming for. Although, with a handgun as compared to a rifle, the results are decidedly not as "guaranteed" to be a DRT incident.
For example, the one time I shot at someone in a "civilian" situation, when I was in my early 20s (so well over 20 years ago), I and two employees of the company I was working for were ambushed at a bank drop by an individual with a revolver and his baseball bat-wielding accomplice. I always had my firearm in hand before I left the vehicle, just in case, so I was able to immediately fire one round at the individual with the firearm and hit him in the hand that was holding it. I aimed center mass; he happened to be holding his firearm in front of his chest; not a deliberate disarm shot, just lucky for him that's where the round impacted. Otherwise, it would have been a clean shot from a few yards away, right to the chest.
I could see immediately that he was disarmed, because parts of his hand and the pistol flew everywhere (it was a cheap, street piece, and I was shooting 10mm 200 grain hollow point handloads going about 1,250 fps). I could actually make out a finger spinning through the air under the parking lot floodlights. He screamed, turned around, and ran the H ell out of there before I could get off a second shot. Granted, I was also moving to interpose myself between the two female employees and the bat-wielding guy, who took off when he apparently heard my Glock 20 go off to put a round on his buddy, so I was having to divide my attention between the two, and that's what prevented me from getting off a second round at the first guy, because I was shifting my aim towards the bat-wielder.
All of that happened in only a few seconds, but it seemed like an amazingly long amount of time. The security footage confirms that it was a very quick incident, and the two employees who were carrying the cash told me afterwards that they barely had time to register what was going on or what happened, just saw the two guys jump out near the bank drop-off as we got out of the vehicle, heard my firearm go off, the shot guy scream, and then the two guys scattered.
Of course, I've been training in numerous fighting styles since I was 6, have been in hundreds of fights both competitively and street situations, and been in actual close quarters combat on more than a few occasions. But, it really has always been that way, the extreme expansion of perception, the feeling that I'm moving faster than everything around me. It's a very strange sensation, but it is something that seems to run in my family, being uncannily calm under the threat of violence. I've talked about it with my father, who was a former pro boxer, and he described pretty much the same thing when he was in the ring. Same thing with my brothers and my uncles; they all "know the feeling."
So, actual experience in such situations does vary; I'm aware that mine is a bit unusual, but I'm sure it isn't unique.
Edited by ChicagoRonin70, 21 December 2017 - 12:29 AM.