[Flintlock]

There, they just shoot the drug folks themselves—and be done.

Here, we just let them shoot each other—AND anybody else who happens to be in range.

[Eric in the Ozarks]

My dad was planning to take early retirement from the Army and join International Paper as a paper mill engineer. First we were headed to Laos in ‘62. When that began to look dangerous, a paper mill project was proposed for the P.I.
Mom, dad and I were in a cab in downtown Manila when another cab driver hit the back of our cab. Our driver stepped out and emptied the magazine of a .45 at the other driver. The other driver pulled his .45 and let loose with five or six rounds. My dad, my mom and I crouched down in the back of a little Renault. Not a single round hit anyone. After the accident and exchange of gunfire, we traveled on our way...