Yes, nearly every day and night during my time in Mogadishu, Somalia.
I will never forget the first night, we were replacing Alpha company, which had a group there for a few months before us. We got in awfully late and were not issued ammo the first night. At the time, we were at the University, our central location. Around 9 pm, the Somali Warlords (all geeked up on Kat) attempted to break our barriers and attack. Started shelling us with mortars, destroying part of the motor pool and a few vehicles. I was in a room with about 20 people, ranging from a Full Bird Colonel to Private David Ramos. None of us had ammo, so all we could do was hit the deck and take the best cover we could.
I knew I was going to die that night. My last thoughts were with my family and the ones I loved, then I prepared for the worst. Thank God, I am hear to tell the story, many brave americans never made it back.
After that first night, I wasn't frightened or worried, I was pissed and ready to start capping
Skinnies! 
I first got stationed on Fort Gordon, Georgia in 1993. Within my first 2 hours in processing, they let me know that I would be headed to Somalia for Operation Restore Hope, a humanitarian mission that was supposed to bring health care, and Aid to the people of Somalia. But we all know it turned unto a blood bath, with American Soldiers being dragged thru the streets.
This is Real Life Drama Folks, please forgive me if I don't get caught up in the Childish Drama that taints our business at times, or get sore when someone makes fun of me for promoting a Male Sex Toy.
The truth of the matter is that I have seen more and been thru more than most people will ever experience, I went thru some of the worst shit you can ever imagine and somehow manage to keep on keepin on. 
Operation Restore Hope 1993:
