That stinks! I’m glad you’re okay though.
With your anti-Clinton/Obama posts here I’d be extra careful.
Yikes! Glad you’re okay.
Glad they didn’t hurt you! Where were you? Out of your area, late at night?
Yikes!
Exact location?
It wasn’t even April 15th !
Glad you’re ok.
I’m glad you’re okay.
“Zero fear, total calm.”
Yep. Most of that comes from training.
And then there is self preservation.
Hard to shut off the adrenaline afterwards.
5.56mm
Been with my wife at the hospital for four days and missed this. Glad you’re good amigo!
Crazy. I think the time for gated only is quickly coming.
I quickly perused the comments but didn't see--what time of day was this?
It’s pretty awesome to realize you have grace under pressure, huh? I’m very happy that you are at peace with the results. That close to home and all... I might find myself more disconcerted.
Never been one for confrontation, myself. But then there was the time my neighbor got handsy w/ his wife in my presence. So for the rest of the weekend I promised her refuge in my home, driving her first thing Monday to the magistrate to swear out a warrant. Several times while waiting out the weekend, terrified he would come knocking, she begged me not to let him in. Sure enough on the Sunday, at a moment when she happened to be in the bathroom, he came knocking.
Cower in my home on my own land like a little mouse? Naw. Stand there talking thru the crack of the door, hoping he’d not shove it open & come on in, thus breaking my promise of protection? Nope.
Chose to lock myself out there with him backed up against the side of the house, chest to chest, glaring the unspoken msg that if you feel like swinging you wife-beating drunk, better make it good cuz then it’s my turn. I wasn’t mad, really. More like resolute, if you know what I mean.
As a woman, I have no silly assumptions about my ability to take on a man, especially one fit from working construction. But I had the sense to retard his potential swing against the house; he was sober by now & maybe just maybe he recognized this former Marine was nothing like the women he’d conned into his life.
Not exactly the same as your sitch, but that self-discovery of a little bad-assery - I always considered myself a coward too - is satisfying. :o)