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
What a video clip! On edge, watching, waiting to see whether an IDF sniper would bring her down, seconds only, but seemingly interminable, then hearing the shot, down goes Nasreen, myself feeling terrorized, eyes watery, unbelievable, right in front of me, waving the Palestinian colors, an innocent woman has just been shot, this terror must stop must stop, makes me feel so helpless, what can I do, what can I do, oh that Nasreen survives!