Talking about young Eli Dicken in yesterday’s post, Reader Butch offers these words of wisdom:
“Everybody wants to be an operator until it’s time to do operator shit.”
New Wife, when seeing me strap on the 1911 for the first time when we went out shopping, once said, “You just can’t wait to shoot someone, can you?”
I repeat now what I said to her then:
“I hope like hell that I never have to shoot another human being — it is the worst thing in the world, you feel like total shit afterwards, and the memory of it can never be forgotten. So no: I pray that I never have to pull my gun on someone, unless it’s to protect myself (or you). But I always carry it, just in case I do.”
The worst thing, however, would be to be caught in a situation where you desperately need a gun, but it’s sitting at home in a safe. I would be enraged — at myself — for such stupidity.
I don’t think I’m alone in this.