Yep.
Admittedly they weren't fired AT me (or at least not with the intention of hitting me in particular) but the snap of bullets passing overhead is something that kind of eliminates the signifcance of that.
I was outside, working on my car. Earlier in the day I had noticed a large number of police cars blocking off a street a few blocks away. I figurd it was some kind of standoff or crime scene... and I was right.
Im taking a break and standing up for a second when I hear a pop... then a few more, then a few more.
"Holy crap" I think, "sounds like he situation just got serious".
A few more minutes go by, and I hear a few more pops... but this time there's a strange whistling over head. I'm puzzled for a second, but soon realize that I'm hearing the sound of bullets coming my way. I duck behind my car and hear a few more pops, followed by the whistling noise, then snapping sounds. My friend (who's a marine) tells me that you can tell they're close when they make that noise, and maybe we should head inside.
I agree, and we head in.
It was pretty scary, the sense of randomness and the not knowing where the next one would be going, and the off chance that one of those shots might take a freak ricochet and clip me or my friend... it was pretty intense. not something I'd care to repeat.
I shoot guns fairly regularly with a few friends of mine, one of whom is a sheriff. I have no broad, sweeping feelings about war. I oppose the war in Iraq because it was started on false pretenses and lies, and because there is no point to us being there other than to serve the whims of bush and co. Im glad we're getting out.
Afghanistan is a war that makes sense, so I feel differently about it. I wish we didn't have to go, but it was something that had to be done.
In any case, no, getting shot at did not change my feelings on war at all. Except perhaps to give me a little more perspective on what a soldier goes through out there. It gave me a little more respect for those guys (who I already respected greatly).