From TFL a long time ago...
MAD DOG
Senior Member
Registered: 10-14-1998
Location: Arizona.
Posts: 863
I was sound asleep. Right up until the front door opened noisily at three AM this morning...
Wide awake, instant condition RED... listen... deep breath, chamber check 1911. Stick spare mag in mouth. (No mag pouch on my BVDs)
Flashlight in hand, trigger finger straight, exfil bedroom, move down hallway to front room, slice the pie as I gain access to front room enfilade...
I light up my 19 year old son, back late from a study group at the college.
"Dad, the front door is sticking again. Sorry about the noise."
Another deep breath, pull underwear from buttcrack... "Go get a damned oil can!"
Despite the *potential* for tragedy, this experience re-enforced for me the need for training, training, training.
The need to have a clear head when going into combat.
Thanks to LOTS of training, my family is all safely intact, and I dial 911 only AFTER TSHTF and the smoke has cleared.
My son was not a bit rattled by the event, because he KNOWS that I shoot only when necessary, only when I have an identified target.
I must admit I had a hard time getting back to sleep though...