Behind the lines and around the house - sure. But in a situation where awareness changes - no. Except for you - you are not suppose to carry it on condition one.
When I was in my 20s, I watched a group of men in the apartment parking lot outside my window begin to threaten a solo male. This was after one in the morning. The male pulled out his pistol when the men threatened to kill him. He pointed it at them and they all backed away. It got quiet and the solo man with the pistol said the following words, “Look, I don’t want any trouble.“
The leader for the group answered, “Then, why are you pointing a gun at us?”
The man replied stupidly, “I just wanted to scare you off me. I haven’t racked it yet .”
With that, the leader of the men walked up to the solo man and took the pistol out of his hand and they proceeded to beat the shit out of him. I had called the police who finally came and arrested some of the men.
So much for condition three. But thank goodness that solo man didn’t shoot himself.
There will be a lot you’ll respond to this - some of it will be unrelated story telling and of course there will be music videos. There will be should of statements and I am sure who knows what else. But the point is that these men backed off the moment he pulled out the gun. It took less than a second for them to take it out of his hand when they realized it was unchambered. In a stressful situation, unless you are trained and practiced, who knows how anyone will successfully execute. Condition One recognizes that we carry a gun for one purpose. And that isn’t to threaten, show off , or feel safe. It is to kill in the name of self defense. It’s protection at the price of the attacker’s life. If that bothers you, don’t carry. No one will judge you.
I went with my friend Tom to a long haired hippy party in Westport in 1976.
I was not always an old lawyer with an ample waistline.
Tom was a wonderful, tall Italian boy with a Roman nose, who knew all of the seamier parts of Kansas City.
The air was thick with weed smoke (just like alfalfa hay smoldering) and Tom assured his friends I was cool, and a geniune redneck from Humansville.
This charmed couple of hippy girls, but as I was telling them of Humansville a jealous hippy boy walked up to me, and said
I don’t like red necks!
And I said I don’t either. Tom confuses hillbillies with red necks but I love Tom anyway.
And with that, the hippy boy pulled out a Buck 110 from his packet and I hit him so hard square on his chin he went out as cold as a block of ice.
Thr girls ran to the hippy boy all concerned and I said he’ll be fine in a few minutes, and I picked up the Buck and stuck it in my pocket.
One of the hippy girls says he’s been doing acid all day, he’s really a nice guy.
And the girls lead him to a kitchen and he wakes up completely and sees me and starts apologizing all over and said the Buck was a present to him from his dead grandfather and could he please have it back. He promised me no more trouble.
Doug, I’ve not always followed the Master’s call, but I’ve not ever stolen anything ever, in my life and I won’t.
Tom said, he’ll be cool, Van.
I handed him the Buck, and he tried to stick me with it and I’m sorry to say I almost lost my temper. I kicked his ass. Literally.
Then I looked at Tom, and said you bring him the knife back tomorrow.
I’m going back to where I belong.
And Tom reported to me the next day, the hippy boy was fine. His ass was sore, but no permanent damage.
Xxxxx
It’s hard to imagine now, just how many mean rodeo bulls bent on killing me I dodged at the Cattleman Auction, right across the road from Flora Farms today.
My hickory stick couldn’t begin to hurt one of those bulls. I had to be quicker than those horns.
That hippy boy was slow as a Jersey milk cow.
But that Jersey milk cow is the one most likely to get you. I have a scar on my head where one did.
It is genetic providence, the last time I was hospitalized was for food poisoning in 1985.
Before that salmonella in 1975.
If I die today it’s been a good run, but I might live to be 97, like Little Bob, a distant cousin of mine I’m sorry I’ll never be able to discuss the Hammons Murder Trial of 1913 with again.
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If I’m afraid I’ll need a gun to protect me and my wife I’m not about to go there, today.
The last time I saw Little Bob was just a few years ago, when he drove his girlfriend over in his golf cart to show her off to me while I was taking photos and they were cleaning the Lindley Prairie Christian Church, where services were held for that damned old James Hammons in 1913.
My grandmother I called Mammy would talk for hours about the Hammons Murder Trial.
Why, would any body want to cheat themselves of the best chance to live to be a hundred carrying a 1911 when the Israelis never carry one in Gaza, except Condition Tbree I dont know.
But I hope the good men that do get away with it slick, you know?