Only time I ever saw my dad with a gun. He was a WW2 vet. I was 7 or 8 and we went to protect his best friend's house(another WW2 vet) he grew up with in Colorado. I was petrified. I can still hear my dad telling my mom "we might need him to load". Fortunately the rioters didn't come to his...
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