"Panic" can be a relative term.
When the poop really does hit the fan, you at least want the old Adrenalin to kick in instead of locking up and going to your happy place.
I found out the hard way what good training can do when we had our bad accident on the Barbel. None of us, me included, panicked and shut down.
Instead, we went into @$$holes And Elbows Mode and fought the causality and managed to save the boat (with a three second margin between getting home and becoming a memorial in a park), although we did lose two of our guys.
That was about as close as I want to get to buying the farm.
What was odd for me was that I blacked out the bad stuff right after it happened. I didn't even know I blocked it out until we had the accident investigation. Luckily, no bad dreams or flashbacks since it happened.
