pete said:
so who of you "carrying" have actually "used"...
to speak directly to those who describe their weapon as the next great piece of technology, how does it feel when the bullet or blade cuts through the flesh, organs, and blood vessels and extinguishes a life.
not playing the morality game, but would just like to know if its all techo-nerd talk, or you guys are using those things you spend your hard earned cash for the reasons they were made... to kill.
pete.
I've never shot anyone, but i've come pretty close. I've had the front sight centered on another human being on a couple of occassions. Fortunately, I wasn't forced to pull the trigger...but I would have.
I've also seen enough death to know what it looks like up close and personal. I once was the first arriving officer on a homicide where a guy got shot at close range in the neck/head with a 12 gauge shotgun. I've seen human remains in all states and forms of disaray. I've seen people killed and injured by violence and accidents.
I know what death looks like, it's a terrible sight, and nothing anyone should ever draw joy from. But I also know this...when the crap hits the fan, it's far better to give than receive. I'd rather see someone lying there shot, than BE someone lying there shot. It hurts a lot less to see it, than to be it.
I'll tell a little story at this point. A couple of years ago, I was leaving my house, where I had gone on my lunch break, in the middle of the night. I was walking to the patrol car, when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned, and there was a man, running toward me through my yard, wild-eyed, with a baseball bat in his hand. He was on a dead sprint, and looked as if he intended to run through me.
I remember thinking "Who is this guy, I don't know this guy". As I was thinking that, however, I realized my Glock was in my hand. I was watching this guy advance, 20 feet, 10 feet, I remember thinking "This guy is going to make me shoot him". There happend to be a large oak tree in the middle of my yard, just a foot to my left.
This tree probably saved this guys life, because I took a step to the left, to get cover and buy this guy a couple more seconds. I yelled at him to stop. I guess at that point he either realized A) HEY, this guy is a cop or B) This guy is a cop pointing a GUN at me.
About 4 feet in front of me, he suddenly stopped, dropped his bat and went face down on the ground.
I never have figured out what this guy was doing, he was so jacked up on methamphetamines, and had been up for so long, he was hallucinating. He told some wild-eyed story about people being out to get him.
I have two theories, this guy was hallucinating so badly he thought I was part of the 'conspiracy'. Or, he was planning on car jacking me, and didn't see the police car on the other side of the house, and didn't see the fact I was a police officer until it was too late.
The whole incident had every sign of an ambush. I think he was just walking through the neighborhood, and say 'someone' come out of the front door, and thought I was going to get in to the truck parked in front of my house.
He ran up on me as fast as he could, was going to cold-cock me with his bat, and realized "Uh-oh GUN!!!!"
I am sure, however, if it had been anyone else on the block who walked out of their front door, this man would have likely beaten them very severly with the baseball bat he was carrying. I also know, if that tree hadn't been there, this guy might have gotten his ticket punched permanently. He was less than 1ft from the imaginary line I had drawn on the ground as his last step.
That's how quickly those things happen sometimes. I remember thinking, throughout the whole event "This is so surreal", none of it made any sense until after the fact.