Getting shot

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About 12 years ago, my friends and I were getting some "food" at a Taco Bell in a relatively good neighborhood. As we were going in, there was another group of young punks headed out. Groups bumped into each other, words were exchanged, and we headed in. As I was walking through the door I heard a couple pops. I turned around and saw one of the kids shooting at us. I was pissed and started running towards them yelling how I was going to kill them. (I was crazy, I guess) When the kid shooting saw that, he turned and jumped in the car, which took off. I chased their car halfway through the parking lot before I gave up. I went back to the Taco Bell, everyone else was scattered. We all started talking about the "holy crap" moment when one of my friends asked if I was ok. I said yeah. He said look at your pants. They were soaking in blood. I took one .25 acp just at the tip of my hip bone, which stopped it cold. EMT's/cops came. I ended up at the hospital and they cut out the bullet. Didn't even flatten.

At the time, I didn't even know I had been shot. Granted, it was really just a flesh flesh wound, and with a .25. Had it been a .45 I probably wouldnt have been walking. All told, they found 7 shell casings. I was the only one that got hit. All the other rounds hit the bricks around the entrance.

I hope thats how I react today, with out noticing I'm injured till later. I also hope I choose to take cover instead of charging....

c2k
 
Back when I was a police cadet, a detective was showing me an old .380 automatic that had jambed during an attempt to shoot a legislator many years before. I was standing next to his desk and he had a ND. The pistol was pointed down, so the bullet richocheted off his desk, hit the floor and richocheted off that and hit a metal part of a window across the room and bounced back and hit me in the thigh. Just a bruise. My silence about that little deal gained me much respect with the grizzled old detectives in my department.
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How may years was the attempted assassination? Maybe it was a hangfire... :D

Randy
 
got shot with bird shot in the back while dove hunting. took a pipeshank to the leg in a brawl (i dont live in a nice part of town), and a fillet knife in the forarm while doing dishes :eek:
 
Never been shot other than bird shot to the legs at longish range. No penetration of clothing so it wasn't even a "wound".

Most severe wounds I've had were two from knives (one accidently self inflicted, the other intentionally non-self inflicted) and one from a dog bite.

In the case of the dog bite (left forearm, full on bite and shake) and the stab wound (upper left arm, grazed the bone) there was much adrenaline in play. I knew I was fighting for my life in both cases and I was unarmed. I didn't really feel the pain of either until the situation was under control. In one instance there was an unconscious person at my feet in the other there was a semi-conscious great dane at my feet.

In the case of the self inflicted wound, which was arguably the least severe of the three, I came close to passing out. I saw the bone of my pinky finger showing and almost went out. I regained my composure and had a friend to cauterize the wound to avoid going to the ER. There wasn't that adrenaline flow going like in the other two.
 
Never been shot....well.....I did once pepper myself with birdshot....that's another story of youthful indescretion and drinking with a firearm.....

I've crashed a mountain bike at a high rate of speed and broken my clavicle badly. I immediately hopped to my feet and went to get the bike. Buddy made me sit down, due to the fact my arm wasn't hanging right....then it hit me.

I was attacked (unprovoked on a public street) by a dog while cycling. Ran up and bit me on the :cuss:. My immediate reaction was anger, and If'n I'd been armed, I'd probably have shot that dog on the spot. ( Its the reason I bought my kel-tec and carry it when cycling in unfamiliar areas or "in the sticks".) Rather than huddle in fear, I confronted the dog and chased it back into a fenced yard, where I secured the fence and then went around to "chat" with the owner.
 
I had a friend who was shot. He was shot dead center in the heart. Luckily the round didn't penetrate the chest plate in his interceptor. We were stopped at an intersection pulling "overwatch." Not much of an overwatch though, more like halting traffic. The two hummers blocked both of the lanes on the road, but several vehicles were trying to squeeze through, so we had to dismount to discourage their advance. That is when the first report was heard. I immediatly made best friends with the asphalt. As I dropped I heard a couple more shots. From under the hum-v I saw a pair of brown boots slipping through the air. I remember thinking that it looked like the guy had stepped on a banana peel or a piece of soap. The first thing to touch the ground was Rolands head and shoulders. When he fell his face was in my direction. His dust goggles were perched on his kevlar, so I could clearly see his eyes. They were as big a silver dollars. For a second I think he thought he was dead. When his body came to rest there was no hesitation he rolled over and 1/3 jumped, 1/3 bear crawled and 1/3 fell behind the vehicle. Another guy yelled the clock direction and approximate distance and elevation of the muzzle flashes, but all hell had broken loose. The vehicles we were holding back rushed past us, hitting the vehicles in the process.

Roland described the event to me after. After the first shot he turned and made to run in one direction. Then he felt something hit him. He said it felt like he was clotheslined by king kong. He was mid stride but his foot never touched the ground because he was all of the sudden knocked ass over tea kettle. He knew right a way he was shot. He said he was seeing stars and was pretty sure he was dead until he hit the ground and realized that it hurt. For me it looked like he recovered immediately, but too him time slowed down to a crawl and he had time to contemplate life the universe and everything. He had a really nasty bruise right below his left tit. The bullet hit him at a diagnal type trajectory and through him like he was a sack of flour.

I personally was never shot, but had a close encounter with the wrong end of an RPG. But that story I save for myself. I tell Roland's story and I'm sure he probably tells my story, but mostly we talk about putting icy hot in kevlar bands and such.
 
JamisJockey, what did the owner have to say?
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They were actually very apologetic and accepted responsiblity for letting the dog get loose to play with thier kids. When Animal Control showed up, they willingly provided the Animal, and insisted it be put down.
And the lady insisted we call an ambulance to check me out.
About the only thing that kept me from suing was thier attitude about the whole thing.
 
Enfield .303 in the left collar blade. Ricochet off an engine block 50 yds. Felt like a ball bat. Had a golf ball sized hematoma with the projectile stuck in my skin.
 
I've never been shot, but I was stabbed with a no. 2 pencil in the lower right side of my stomach in school. The pencil went in more than an ince, but less than two inches. Kid's name was Justin. I was arguing with him over a Star Wars movie and he got angry and stabbed me.
 
Got in a fight with a wall in college while I was in an apartment. Naturally I hit a stud and shattered my hand. I was in a hallway. Crumpled to the floor and screamed. Everyone ran out to see what was going on. The rest of the night I iced it and the next morning my hand doubled in size. Regardless of what situation I would have been in I couldn't have continued to use that hand, or focus on much else. It goes without saying though I might have had a cold soda or 2 beforehand. :eek: Went to the doc's a few days later after the girlfriend was tugging on it and saying it was just a bad jam. Ended up being a boxer's fracture and was stuck in a funky cast for 5 weeks
 
For me it kind of felt like getting hit with a rock that kind of burned.

I've gotten hit with rocks before when I was a kid while engaged in "rock fights" (didn't everyone do stupid stuff like that when you were a kid?) and that's kind of what it reminded me off at the time. Just kind of a "whap" like how when a rock hits you and then pain and burning from the impact and from the hole in you.

I got hit in the chin and left hand by birdshot at a range of 25 yards when some drunk Mexican guys who were playing around with a shotgun at a campsite next to ours when I was 9 or 10. They fired it up in the air a couple times and then started randomly blasting at stuff around their campsite. The Doctor ended up picking it out with tweezers and I've got a little scar on my chin and on my left hand by my thumb.

Then when I was about 18 I had a .38 Special (or .357 Mag, but I think it was a special as it didn't do all the way through, it just went about an inch in and it was a SP) skip off the ground as a result of an argument between my friends and some Black guys outside a liquor store and hit me in the right shin. I've got a scar there, but it's not real attention grabbing like I had part of my leg shot off or anything.

I've gotten "peppered" at the trap and skeet range from people that were a ways away and I've had a 9mm round come back and hit me after shooting at impact plates while practice shooting before, but it's a little different since none of those actually went in.

That's kind of what it felt like for me anyway.
 
I got hit in the head with a .45-70 that ricocheted off an engine block of a junked pick-up truck. Copper jacket fragment embedded in the forehead, lead in the nose and a pinky fingernail sized chunk of lead embedded in the jaw bone. My first reaction was to the "boom" and instinctively my hands went to my face. I thought I was blinded until my friends pulled my hands from my face. When they did and I could see, I was elated. Then they both got real excited and started yammering for me to sit down and remain calm. I didn't feel a thing and asked what was wrong. They wouldn't say so I walked over to my car and bent to look in my side view mirror. I could see a trickle of blood from all 3 wounds but it wasn't until I wiped the blood away from the jaw wound, saw the gray lead poking out and then tried to pull it out with my fingers and it wouldn't budge that it finally sank in...that I'd been shot. I got cold and clammy and went into shock. I knew the wounds weren't life-threatening so during the 45 minute trip to the ER I psyched myself back up into feeling better, concentrating on how I was going to explain it to the local law enforcement.

I told the truth to the sheriff's deputy and got a double dose of well deserved _ss-chewing. My humiliation and embarrassment were the worst part of...that and presenting the bill for it all to a Navy Corpsman, who graciously took care of it and swept it under the rug.

I go into shock easily. That's one of the things I learned from it. That was in the early 70's. Ever since then I warn the phlebotomist at the hospital when I give blood that about 25% of the time I pass out or get disoriented. It's not the pain or trepidation, it's just a reaction I have: shock. It's just how I am when I bleed or get stuck (or shot). It's good to know how your own body may react.
 
I've had pt.s shot in the calf with a .22 and die in under 5 min of shock.
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are you serious? that's really disturbing to know. I'll ask my mother about this later tonight (she was a nurse and worked everything from ER to CCU). my buddy jorge who just came back from iraq got shot in the leg with a .223 from about 20 feet away (a marine had an ND). the way he made it sound, he told the nurses he was going into shock and then just cussed at everybody for two hours.

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as for myself - well, the worst life-threatening injury (most of my injuries have been soft tissue like sprains) I've ever had was the result of me having been dumped by my girlfriend in high school. i decided that i'd give her a break up present of a nice browning buck knife, about 3". since i wasn't due to see her for several hours i started playing with it. i began to use it to slash up an old receipt that i held in my left hand, trying to get as many little slices into the 2" wide slip of paper as possible.

well, you guessed it. in one particularly zealous slash i managed to open up my middle, pointer, and part of my thumb to the bone. didn't feel any pain at all, i just remember looking at the big gaps in my hand and thinking to myself, "this looks like cheese". the bleeding slooooowly began to well up and then dribbled all over the table. i didn't want the store owner (it was at a comic store) to know what i'd done, so I tried to hold my hand together with my right and apply pressure as id been taught to do.

unfortunately my knife was still in my right hand and when i tried to close it singlehandedly i cut my right hand too.

at that point i gave up. i walked calmly to the store owner and said, "john, can I have a band-aid?" it wasn't meant to be a joke or anything, it was just what was in my mind. fortunately, he saw what happened and told me to go get paper towels from the bathroom.

i never went into shock, i simply figured out a way to squeeze all three fingers hard at the same time. the cuts on my right hand i ignored as they were not deep. i remember the little cuts on my right hand hurting way more, though. the three slashed fingers i coudln't even feel.

the bleeding stopped in about 30 minutes and that was it. never required stitches. my mother made me go to the er that night and all the doctor did was give me a roll of gauze.

made me feel like wolverine for a few years, and i did a lot of reckless things after that until i hit about 24 yro and would you believe it, i wasn't bouncing back from injuries anymore. damn.

ps: i agree with the rape analogy. i hate talking about the real bad injuries of my life, ones that weren't life threatning but seriously hurt me. it just makes me feel so stupid reliving the mistakes and how i might have done things differently that i dont want to remember it.
 
Hit in the lip with a ricochet of a (IIRC) AK-74 round. Cut lip, healed ok (though there may still a chunk of bullet in there, can feel a small bump), tooth behind was mildly sore. Only a single drop of blood fell, but seeing that was enough to go hard into "ok what the **** happened to me" mode. Gave a hint of what really getting shot is like.
 
I was shot in the arm below the wrist with a .25 caliber pistol bullet. It traveled along the arm to about an inch below the elbow where it exited. No great pain.No bones hit. No permanent damage done. I felt faint but I assume that was shock trying to set in I dunno. Went to an emergency room got patched up and had to explain to cops what happened. Thank goodness it was solid ball bullet.
 
A steel/copper jacket (glad it wasn't the steel core) from a 7.62x54r bounced back from a steel plate I set up too close. If flattened, it was about nickel sized. I was out in the desert alone!:banghead::banghead: I was not far from a busy highway. Thankfully the broad side smacked me in the neck and the jagged edge just hooked itself on the surface. No blood, just left a nasty hickey looking bruise right on the jugular. Scared the hell outa me. Never again.
 
Got hit in the face by a ricochet at the range while doing my G license testing. The cops at the other end of the range were doing rapid fire drills, and one of the bullets came back and nailed me in the cheek bone.

I myself was doing a timed drill, so I kept on doing what I was supposed to. Never broke the skin, but I had some trepidations about finishing the course while they were still firing.

I also once had a spontaneous pneumothorax. I was playing Battlefiled 2 demo on the computer and really getting into mowing down the marines I had just caught in the open. We were inside one of the armored personnel carriers and I was using the machine gun out the starboard weapons port. I must've hit like 5 or 6 guys when I saw the flash in the distance from the rocket launcher. The rpg hit and disabled the apc, and at the precise moment ( probably from adrenaline and stress ) there was this huge puff of smoke all around, and it felt like a 20 lb sledge hammer had just nailed me in the chest.

Now, the game is still going, the lights and alarms are going off in the apc, and I am freaking, like something out of the twilight zone. I couldn't breathe, there was this incredible tightness in my chest, and the only thing I can think of is that I have to get an aspirin from somewhere, because it has to be a heart attack. I finally reached out and killed the game, and got up from the chair. I remember seeing smoke in the room, and smelling sulphur. Anyway, I looked for some aspirin, and couldn't find any, and it took a few minutes, before I decided to break down and dial 911.

To make a long story short, the first diagnosis was a heart attack, then they wanted my gall bladder, then, 4 days later, they found out the lung collapsed when I saw the Dr. at the VA. Smart doc, she saved my life. When they cut my chest to stuck the tube in, the had to hold me down on the table I had so much pressure built up. I still have problems wiith my lungs. I am on combivent now, and flunisolide, and need to go in for a CT scan later this month.

But it sure was wild. For a minute or so, I was in an APC when I got shot by a rocket launcher. Right out of the twilight zone. Even though I nearly died, I still can't think about that and not laugh a little.
 
I had a brass shell fragment from an exploding .22lr go deep into my wrist. Happened when I was 5 years old. I copied the actions in a Lone Ranger cartoon. The hero lost his gun but was able to return fire by placing a bullet in the jaws of a crescent wrench and smacking the cartrige base against the wall. Being 5 years old I believed everything I saw on TV. I found a 22lr cartridge on the ground one day and then went to get my dad's wrench...
 
my friend was doing drills on a indoor range moving targets his friend was shooting a .32 the bullet came back and hit him in the jaw if it was 1 inch different it would of hit him in the head. i was also in the everglades with my father shooting at stuff we thought it would be cool to shoot at a lock well either a piece of the lock or piece of the .22 bullet came back and hit my dad in the neck he started to bleed and a piece hit me in the neck but i didnt bleed. the first gun my dad bought was a .25 berrta jet fire it was so small that when he went to fire it hit his thumb and he was bleeding like crazy.
 
Shot once by accident...didn't hurt at first, wasn't even sure I was shot until I looked...went through my left side in the hip area...in and out w/o hitting any bones.

It didn't start to hurt until 30 minutes or so after I was shot and that was more from the nurse/doctor cleaning the wound than anything IMO.

I agree with the others that its just too hard to predict how any one person would react. I have a high tolerance to pain and I'm sure it helped me in my situation. Others may have a low tolerance and it might cause them to pass out...just too many variables to say how others will react.

By the way, as mentioned before, kidney stones are by far worse than anything else I've ever experienced. I've had quite a few and I'd rather go through my gunshot again.
 
It's not at all surprising that all of the responses are from people who have experienced AD/NDs and been hit from that. Virtually no military or LEOs are talking about their experiences of being shot themselves or having to shoot someone else. And I'm sure that it's not because there just aren't any THRers who fall into that category. The lack of military/LEO responses just goes to show how personal and emotional of an experience that nearly being killed, or having to kill another can be.

Even more evidence that the gun-store commandos who love to talk about all of their combat experience are full of crap. Going off what Davinci said, I had a Drill Sergeant in BCT/AIT who has deployed 4 times: Kosovo, Afghanistan, and Iraq twice. And he's got a combat action badge. He told us a ton of stories about being deployed. But none of them were about him actually having to use deadly force. Nearly all of the stories were humorous in some way.

Combat, or use of deadly force are very mentally jarring experiences, and that one would want to not bring that to the front of their mind is not surprising in the least.


Ace, if you want to learn about the reality of deadly force, I recommend 2 books. "On Combat" and "On Killing" by Dave Grossman. Look them up on Amazon. I think you may be interested.
 
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