A buddy worked in a gun store and range outside Tacoma.
A customer handed him a pistol she rented for the range to put away. The pistol was a loaded .380 and it fired.
Hit him in the lower abdomen, ran down his leg and exited downward from his left calf. Granted it was hard range ammo.
But the round offered surprising penetration.
He was OK but didn’t know it. Shock overtook him and he was medivacced in a helo.
The round missed all vitals, bones and major veins/arteries.
One lucky dude.
The moral of the story is: If somebody points a .380 at you, duck. It WILL kill you.
My Mother swears by her Colt Mustang.
It saved her life a handful of years ago.
Her assailant is spending a lifetime behind bars with a colostomy bag, lucky to be above ground; a former parolee at large and current ward of the State of Arkansas.