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
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