I just purchased a system that has a laser bullet that goes into the chamber, and it integrates with your smart phone to let you practice dry firing, and it has helped me a great deal to learn some muscle memory, shoot with my eyes open and such, but...I am still a lousy shot at anything past 40 feet.
What I wonder about is probably what any person at any point in history who has ever had to handle a weapon wonders about: “If the time comes, and I have to do it...can I do it?”
They have training where I work on “Code Silver” situations, an armed shooter in the institution. They tell you to run away.
I am no hero, I have never been in combat, but if I saw a guy walk by me in the hall with a loaded weapon heading towards a group of my co-workers, mentally, it seems wrong to run the other way as instructed. I know why and how, but it feels like it goes against the grain of every value I was taught growing up.
I don’t know if I could do anything to stop a shooter. I might well run the other way as they want me to, and hide in some bathroom “Shelter in Place” bulls**t “haven” they want you to go to.
But in my heart, I feel like I could not consign my unsuspecting co-workers to their fate. It just seems wrong. Hopefully I never have to find out.
Which is why ex-military is what Trump suggests as a primary person on campus - they have experience running into buildings and firing.
I shoot 100 rounds of .22 every week at 25 yards at a 6” target.
Aim small, miss small and practice, practice, practice.
Has made me better with every other gun.
I have rehearsed my reactions, but I guess we never know. It is sort of an apples to oranges comparison, but I knew a combat vet that found he initially could not bring himself to shoot back... until a buddy got hit, and then he said it was like a switch had been flipped.
A lot of people have no idea how much soul-searching some of us do when we decide to carry. It is an enormous responsibility.
Next to my keyboard right now is a folding knife with a locking blade. It’s not much of a weapon, less than 3 inches long, but if anyone ever bursts into this office and starts shooting, I won’t be empty-handed, and the wounds on me will be in the front.