The Reality of Firearms
I have decided to devote my writing to my life experiences and the conclusions I have drawn from them based on Rand's philosophy.
"Martial arts were developed by those who couldn't afford guns." Tran.....? Vietnamese General
A long time ago, before the age of computers, police wireless tansmitters looked like dial telephones, no internet so teletype machines did the paper communications. Police side arm most common was not the 16 shot Glock semi automatic, but the S&W 38 caliber with hollo point rounds.
I owned a small camera shop and photo studio in a small suburb of Detroit.I knew pretty much everyone in town, as everyone seemed to have been in my shop at one time or another. The one police station was around the corner from the shopping center where I was located right in the heart of town. As a result, many of the cops were my pals. One in particular let me ride patrol with him now and then. This is the story of one such ride.
We were cruising along (it took 15 minutes to cover the whole town) when we got aa call to visit an address of a woman who we both knew who had a restraining order against her husband.My riend sat looking at the house for quite a while. He knew that he was the only cop on patrol that night. Finally, he said to me, "You stay in the car. If you hear anything hincky, get the hell out. Don't worry for me, I got the gun." He got out of the carand drew his gun. Never one to obey , I crept behind him.He knocked on the door and a trembling woman with a little boy around ten and a girl arounf 8 clung to her, She quickly stepped aside and there was dad holding a long gun. Words were shouted back and forth when the dad raised the gun in our direction. Then I heard what sounded like a hundred huge explosions (actually three).
What the movies and TV fail to portray since most of us, including myself, haven't the stomach for it is the reality of a shooting. It is a messy death by violence when caused by a 38 hollow point.It blows great gouts of dad flesh all over the tweed couch, and the framed family picture on the end table, and the nice beige rug, and the blood continued gurgling and hissing out of the blown aorta, and the blood mist filling the airand sprayinga fine patternover chairs, and ceilingand the copand two little kidsand their mom.And then the smell of blood and guts mixed with gun powder. I could hardly hear the cop who said to scram and I was never there. He didn't need to tell me twice.
I love guns but realize I hate what they do. Stay tuned for another trip down memory lane..
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"Martial arts were developed by those who couldn't afford guns." Tran.....? Vietnamese General
A long time ago, before the age of computers, police wireless tansmitters looked like dial telephones, no internet so teletype machines did the paper communications. Police side arm most common was not the 16 shot Glock semi automatic, but the S&W 38 caliber with hollo point rounds.
I owned a small camera shop and photo studio in a small suburb of Detroit.I knew pretty much everyone in town, as everyone seemed to have been in my shop at one time or another. The one police station was around the corner from the shopping center where I was located right in the heart of town. As a result, many of the cops were my pals. One in particular let me ride patrol with him now and then. This is the story of one such ride.
We were cruising along (it took 15 minutes to cover the whole town) when we got aa call to visit an address of a woman who we both knew who had a restraining order against her husband.My riend sat looking at the house for quite a while. He knew that he was the only cop on patrol that night. Finally, he said to me, "You stay in the car. If you hear anything hincky, get the hell out. Don't worry for me, I got the gun." He got out of the carand drew his gun. Never one to obey , I crept behind him.He knocked on the door and a trembling woman with a little boy around ten and a girl arounf 8 clung to her, She quickly stepped aside and there was dad holding a long gun. Words were shouted back and forth when the dad raised the gun in our direction. Then I heard what sounded like a hundred huge explosions (actually three).
What the movies and TV fail to portray since most of us, including myself, haven't the stomach for it is the reality of a shooting. It is a messy death by violence when caused by a 38 hollow point.It blows great gouts of dad flesh all over the tweed couch, and the framed family picture on the end table, and the nice beige rug, and the blood continued gurgling and hissing out of the blown aorta, and the blood mist filling the airand sprayinga fine patternover chairs, and ceilingand the copand two little kidsand their mom.And then the smell of blood and guts mixed with gun powder. I could hardly hear the cop who said to scram and I was never there. He didn't need to tell me twice.
I love guns but realize I hate what they do. Stay tuned for another trip down memory lane..
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I had a uncle and two cousins on the Atlanta police force. One cousin had to use deadly force once. That was 30 years ago. He still has nightmares about it. He described it once at a family gathering. about 1/2 the people got sick and told him to never ever bring it up again. He hasn't except to say it still haunts him, every day.
I offer you another example of a letter (written by a Marine), that places the proper perspective on what a gun means to a civilized society.
Read this eloquent and profound letter and pay close attention to the last paragraph of the letter....
"The Gun Is Civilization" by Maj. L. Caudill USMC (Ret)
Human beings only have two ways to deal with one another: reason and force.
If you want me to do something for you, you have a choice of either convincing me via argument, or force me to do your bidding under threat of force.
Every human interaction falls into one of those two categories, without exception. Reason or force, that's it.
In a truly moral and civilized society, people exclusively interact through persuasion.
Force has no place as a valid method of social interaction, and the only thing that removes force from the menu is the personal firearm, as paradoxical as it may sound to some.
When I carry a gun, you cannot deal with me by force.
You have to use reason and try to persuade me, because I have a way to negate your threat or employment of force.
The gun is the only personal weapon that puts a 100-pound woman on equal footing with a 220-pound mugger, a 75-year old retiree on equal footing with a 19-year old gang banger, and a single guy on equal footing with a carload of drunk guys with baseball bats. The gun removes the disparity in physical strength, size, or numbers between a potential attacker and a defender.
There are plenty of people who consider the gun as the source of bad force equations.
These are the people who think that we'd be more civilized if all guns were removed from society, because a firearm makes it easier for a [armed] mugger to do his job.
That, of course, is only true if the mugger's potential victims are mostly disarmed either by choice or by legislative fiat--it has no validity when most of a mugger's potential marks are armed.
People who argue for the banning of arms ask for automatic rule by the young, the strong, and the many, and that's the exact opposite of a civilized society. A mugger, even an armed one, can only make a successful living in a society where the state has granted him a force monopoly.
Then there's the argument that the gun makes confrontations lethal that otherwise would only result in injury.
This argument is fallacious in several ways. Without guns involved, confrontations are won by the physically superior party inflicting overwhelming injury on the loser.
People who think that fists, bats, sticks, or stones don't constitute lethal force watch too much TV, where people take beatings and come out of it with a bloody lip at worst.
The fact that the gun makes lethal force easier works solely in favor of the weaker defender, not the stronger attacker. If both are armed, the field is level.
The gun is the only weapon that's as lethal in the hands of an octogenarian as it is in the hands of a weight lifter.
It simply wouldn't work as well as a force equalizer if it wasn't both lethal and easily employable.
When I carry a gun, I don't do so because I am looking for a fight, but because I'm looking to be left alone.
The gun at my side means that I cannot be forced, only persuaded. I don't carry it because I'm afraid, but because it enables me to be unafraid. It doesn't limit the actions of those who would interact with me through reason, only the actions of those who would do so by force.
It removes force from the equation... And that's why carrying a gun is a civilized act.
By Maj. L. Caudill USMC (Ret.)
So the greatest civilization is one where all citizens are equally armed and can only be persuaded, never forced.
The left, claim, to want equality.
Ultimately though, I'm sorry you had to experience that. Thank you for being comfortable sharing something so violently informative. If I sound condescending or patronizing in any way, I do apologize.
But it is as brutal as beating someone senseless with a club, and much more bloody!
Thanks for sharing the story. I grew up in the Fraser, MI area, outside of Detroit. Were you close to Gratiot, by chance? Major Mile Road was?
My dad had to kill a man at very close range during WW II and although he had no choice if he wanted to escape with his life it bothered him the rest of his life. After shooting the soldier my dad gave him first aid and tried to save his life but failed. Afterwards he went through his pockets to see if he could find any identification to turn in so that someday his loved ones might know what happened to him. He found a photo of this man standing with his wife and children. He wept when he told me about this saying; "I killed someone's dad."
In close combat men will avoid killing if possible. Although the training to get them to fire has improved and more will shoot in combat they still are reluctant to kill. In Viet Nam for every 'enemy' soldier killed 300,000 rounds of ammunition were fired.
When I was in the Marines I had a man in my platoon who was excited to be there, he said; "I get to kill people and no one can do anything about it!" I got rid of him, he was going to get us in trouble and I knew it. I think most people don't want to be there, some do.
Police are not immune to combat stress, either. I had one cop tell me that he and three other officers tried to serve a warrant on a couple of miscreants in a very small bar. Between the four police and the two bad guys, 104 shots were fired in an 8' x 10' space, and no one was hit. The bad guys gave up when they ran out of ammunition.
A retired LAPD cop told me the story of the first time he had to use a gun during the Watts riots. Seeing a thief coming out of a gun store with several stolen weapons, one aimed at him, he drew his 38. His first shot just missed his own foot; the second hit the ground just in front of the thief, who got rattled and fired a wild shot of his own; he had no idea where his third shot went, because he was listening to a pump shotgun being racked; the fourth shot hit the thief in the head, to little effect (other than to remind the cop to carry a more powerful personal weapon in the future). After that, and realizing he was alone in bad circumstances with a near empty handgun, he got back in his cruiser and left the scene.
Was the 'long gun' legal?
Shooting people is what I call a significant emotional event that can and will last a lifetime. I used to hunt at age 20-24, I was a Vietnam Vet age 26-27, I no longer hunt age 28-present. I’ve always owned arms and I only started to carry during the previous administration after they enabled so many entitled psychotics and freaks. But I probably carry mostly because I'm getting too old to run anymore. And (half) my government and half of the population scares the hell out of me.
I suspect death from ancient weapons or even beating with a stick is just as ghastly as death from a gun. Today, though, the average person is much much less likely to die of violence of any kind. Mass shootings get attention, but I suspect (someone can look up the data) they kill fewer people than rare perils like allergic reactions to bee stings or lightening.
Most people will never see such a horrible sight like the one in this post.
In the Army, I was a good shot...until the targets changed to a more human silhouette...it bothered me a bit but I knew I could pull the trigger if my or my fellow soldiers lives were threatened...not sure of how I'd feel afterward though.