I'll share this instance and leave it at that
It's not new though I didn't make the connection until recently. The following is as far as I will go for the time being.
Many years ago (my early 30's) I stirred in bed during the hours of darkness, aware of movement in my apartment. I remained motionless, mimicking the breathing of sleep, opening my eyes long enough to note multiple flashlight beams in the hallway leading to my bedroom. I snapped them shut the moment they entered my room, sweeping their beams across my body and briefly passing over my face. I repeated the following to myself before losing consciousness: I will remember... I will remember this... I will not forget. I will remember.
I was tested during field exercises. I was issued an M-60 sub-machine gun, furnished with 800 rounds of ammunition, and posted on guard duty in a remote location in the mountains... a desert in the middle of nowhere. My orders were simple: if anyone entered my area of overwatch, regardless of who they happened to be, I was authorized to use lethal force if they failed to obey my commands. I was not surprised when two high-ranking officers appeared in my perimeter late one morning. I was expecting it.
One of the officers was a general and the other was a colonel. To their merit they froze in their tracks when I commanded them to halt. When I issued the challenge according to protocol the general furnished an obsolete passphrase, which I was also expecting. I issued the challenge a second time and once again the general supplied an outdated passphrase, whereupon he unleashed his wrath upon my refusal to permit him passage through my perimeter. Did I realize how much trouble I was in? My posterior was grass! He would have my rank and send me to Leavenworth with a swiftness.
I advised the general of my orders and the fact that I was authorized to use lethal force if I deemed it necessary. Instead of splattering his innards all over the landscape --- that was Option A --- I elected Option B, informing the officers to stand fast while I contacted my commander to apprise him of the situation. He arrived with an entourage, telling me to stand down at ease. The general and the colonel made a beeline for my position... the colonel was grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Outstanding, soldier!" the general barked, clapping me on the shoulder. "You didn't flinch, not once."
I had nightmares about that experience for quite some time.