Thereby going to prove that as we drift into fear and dementia, we'll say anything to please our caretakers. Same thing with foxholes: crazed with fear your mind goes to mush.
Oh yeah? Tell us, oh mysterious one, how many times have YOU have been shot at, hmm?
Have direct experience in this did you? Your "mind" turned to "mush"? Or was that just an involuntary pantload?
[honestly, I myself have never had to endure such bombardment that I crapped myself, but I believe the ones who say they have...]