DonNikmare
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A Security Officer, Nathan, at work told me this story a few months back around the time I bought my first firearm. It’s a story I often recall whenever I handle or shoot firearms and will one day share with my own children.
When Nathan was about 7 or 8, his father decided to introduce him to the safe ownership and use of firearms.
Nathan's father took a long time to explain the basic safety rules and the function of firearms he owned. He was as serious and as stern as Nathan had ever remembered him being. Nathan listened intently. He then let Nathan hold and handle a handgun making sure Nathan remembered to check if the gun was unloaded for himself.
Nathan slowly touched the heavy cold steal for the first time in his life. The heaviness and solid feel of the gun surprised him. He could smell the oil and feel its light residue across the metal.
Nathan only broke his concentration to make a quick assessment of the his father’s facial expression - he needed assurance he was doing things right. Nathan found a comforting affirmation in the slight grin and what seemed like pride on his father’s face.
Nathan had held the gun for what seemed like minutes to him when he heard his father call his name:
“Nathanâ€
“Yes, Dad†- he responded.
“Nathan, what comes out of the barrel of a gun?â€
“A bullet Dadâ€- Nathan was so proud and sure of the correctness of his answer that he almost smiled as he gave it. He then looked at his Father but found no smile or pride.
The somber seriousness Nathan saw on his father’s face seemed to extend out and permeate the air in the whole room. He looked Nathan straight in the eyes and slowly said:
“No son. It’s death. That’s what comes out of the barrel of a gun.â€
These were words Nathan would never forget and neither will I.
Nik
When Nathan was about 7 or 8, his father decided to introduce him to the safe ownership and use of firearms.
Nathan's father took a long time to explain the basic safety rules and the function of firearms he owned. He was as serious and as stern as Nathan had ever remembered him being. Nathan listened intently. He then let Nathan hold and handle a handgun making sure Nathan remembered to check if the gun was unloaded for himself.
Nathan slowly touched the heavy cold steal for the first time in his life. The heaviness and solid feel of the gun surprised him. He could smell the oil and feel its light residue across the metal.
Nathan only broke his concentration to make a quick assessment of the his father’s facial expression - he needed assurance he was doing things right. Nathan found a comforting affirmation in the slight grin and what seemed like pride on his father’s face.
Nathan had held the gun for what seemed like minutes to him when he heard his father call his name:
“Nathanâ€
“Yes, Dad†- he responded.
“Nathan, what comes out of the barrel of a gun?â€
“A bullet Dadâ€- Nathan was so proud and sure of the correctness of his answer that he almost smiled as he gave it. He then looked at his Father but found no smile or pride.
The somber seriousness Nathan saw on his father’s face seemed to extend out and permeate the air in the whole room. He looked Nathan straight in the eyes and slowly said:
“No son. It’s death. That’s what comes out of the barrel of a gun.â€
These were words Nathan would never forget and neither will I.
Nik