Seeing the way to humor during a bad time

My husband is a military doctor. An Army doctor to be exact. He works at a military hospital, on a base. Most of the time, his day is just like the day of a surgery resident in any other hospital in the country. He runs around, fixing problems, getting his hands dirty, and trying to make his stitches as tight and neat as possible.

Sometimes, though, the fact that he is on a military base comes into play. For example, when gunshots were reported and the whole base was locked down for most of the day. Or the day after the tragedy in Chattanooga, when the base leadership was on a mission to ensure all of those under their command were safe.

Those moments can be scary. Really scary.

I have a problem with fear. Namely, I feel like if you can't laugh at it, then it controls you. So I try to make sure I can laugh. Sometimes that leads to exchanges like this...

Let's be fair. There may have been reason to be concerned. I mean, I was being mugged...

Thank god for horses. Right?