During Gulf War I, I flew for a US cargo outfit that was heavily involved with US Military airlift in the active shooting war zone. I had (uneducated) family members worried about my activities during that time.
Whilst on a layover, a gun battle breaks out close to my first floor hotel room, prompting my immediate relocation to a lower altitude on the floor from my bed. (pilot's discretion, didn't ask for clearance). The gun battle subsided relatively quickly after 20-30 rounds fired. These things happen in a war zone.
The funny thing was, my relatives thought I was safe laying over in Oakland CA vs Riyadh, King Khalid or Dubai. Good thing those CA gun laws kept things in check.
Next morning while leaving breakfast at the local pancake house, a Housing and Urban Development police vehicle pulls in and parks. It had about 7 bullet holes on the driver side alone.