You know, I was in a situation once several years ago where I was an armed guard outside an establishment. A person at point A fired upon a person at point B. I was in A prime.
Thank goodness for 2 things:
1) Crappy shooting with a Saturday Night Special .25
2) Second Chance T-shirt
I was carrying a .38 snubby and a monodock baton. The pistol was on my hip, the stick on a cross-draw across my back.
I was trained with the baton.
I wasn't trained with the pistol.
I drew the baton, and completely forgot the gun was there.
A broken wristed assailant later, I went inside, gave them back my pay (they paid in advance each night), the vest, and the snubby (the baton was mine) and walked out. I have never carried a piece since. And now that I live in the PRK I will probably never get the chance even if I felt I were ready; which I am not.
I reacted to the way I was trained. If I had pulled that gun, I would have killed that guy, and probably gone to jail for a long time for various reasons.
Nowadays, I have no problem hurting bad people. Good people, innocent people have nothing to fear from me. Even animals are pretty much safe (I've never hunted except as the scout, and have only killed farm animals with great reservation). But when that "you are going to die" bell goes off in my head (which, because of extremely poor career choices early in my life happened more often than I care to admit), I react by just doing, not by thinking.
That being said, I sure wish I knew more. The vast amount of self-defense knowledge I don't have is mind-boggling. I am amazed at my own ignorance. For that reason alone, I am glad I am in a much calmer and less dangerous profession now.
Fortunately my training enabled me to overcome the natural tendency for decent people to balk at physical violence
I have never been much of a decent person. I try though. Not as hard as maybe I should, but I do try...