I was in West Beirut, August ’82, as a volunteer with the Palestinian Red Crescent Society. The very first night there a car bomb exploded outside the apartment building I was visiting. We were on the 2nd floor, when suddenly, BOOM, the room shook,windows rattled, then silence, as the 5 of us, discombobulated by the ferocity of the blast, hunkered down, waiting to recover our wits. It took a while, each of us seemingly trying to make sense out of what happened, but the mind was temporarily out of order.
A couple days later, outside the hotel where I was staying, BOOM, and the above sequence all over again.
During that period there were almost daily reports of car bombs going off. While walking around Beirut I found myself wondering if this or that car carried a bomb that was about to go off. It was enough to give one PTSD.
The scuttlebutt was that any one of many organizations might be the culprit. From this article, though, Israel’s FLLP has to be the number one suspect