my stories...
I've never been in a gun fight where I actually had a gun on me. Which has now changed. But I've been shot. Once when I was younger, I was shot while at a party by some idiot that got in a fight earlier and asked to leave. He came back and sprayed the place with a .25. I was standing outside, and was shot near my gut. I didn't even realize that I had been shot. It happend too fast, I didn't even know what was going on. A guy standing next to me fell backwards during the confusion when the shots rang out, breaking my nose with the back of his head, and at the same time a bullet ricocheted and hit me. There was too much adrenaline going. The first thing I noticed was my nose. I was a little sore because he had stepped in my foot and we both fell, fortunately for him I broke his fall. Then when I got up and sat down on the steps waiting for police to arrive, some girl standing behind me yelled, "why are you bleeding through your shirt? I didn't even know she was talking to me. That's when I noticed it. It was really hot, and stingy. My friend lifted up my shirt and sure enough, he freaked and said "Oh my god dude, your hit!" The bullet went in and was lodged inside of me. They said if it was one more inch to the left, it would have hit my liver. They pulled it out with out a problem. Being shot didn't really hurt that bad, it was going to the hospital that hurted. Now all I have is the scar, the same place that I now keep a loaded S&W 9mm. Another time, I had some friends die in front of my face after being shot. I used to work as a front doorsman for a couple night clubs. If anyone remembers last year, well 13 months ago two Samoan bouncers that got shot at a night club in Tacoma? Yup, those were my bro's. Coward shot them in the back. They died breaking up a fight. One was in the Army, just celebrating his return from boot camp. And the other was a parent of 3. Both were very very good guys, very gentle guys for being 6'8 and 6'10. One was actually nick named the "gentle giant". The other time, well I wasn't actually there, but my baby brother was coming back from his prom. There was a fight at his school, and some joker drove up next to his car with him and his date, and it was a case of mistaken identity. Shot at his car and shot him square in the head with a sawed off shotgun. My baby bro took 3 bucks to the head, hospitilized for a couple of weeks, lost his hearing in his left ear, but he is alive and well today serving in the Navy on the USS Lincoln.
In none of these cases, were the suspects ever found or arrested. This is why I strongly stand behind proactively taking the role in your own self protection. There was another time when my apartment was broken into with myself sleeping unaware, but I'll save that for a later time.