In response to Martin Eiermann, I can relate that my mother spent The Blitz in London, and never got over her terror of low-flying planes (or, for a long time, of flying at all). At least a couple of times I saw her stop herself from jumping under a table when something flew overhead a little too low--and this was in the 1970's. The 'PTSD' often doesn't go away, especially when not dealt with.
In response to Martin Eiermann, I can relate that my mother spent The Blitz in London, and never got over her terror of low-flying planes (or, for a long time, of flying at all). At least a couple of times I saw her stop herself from jumping under a table when something flew overhead a little too low--and this was in the 1970's. The 'PTSD' often doesn't go away, especially when not dealt with.
In response to Martin Eiermann, I can relate that my mother spent The Blitz in London, and never got over her terror of low-flying planes (or, for a long time, of flying at all). At least a couple of times I saw her stop herself from jumping under a table when something flew overhead a little too low--and this was in the 1970's. The 'PTSD' often doesn't go away, especially when not dealt with.