I'm sorry, but as a combat veteran, my mindset in fighting the bad guys is the same whether it be in some god forsaken valley where I have to stop after very step to breath or if I'm in my slippers and boxers dragging my sister into the bathroom as I shove buckshot into my Mossberg.
That burglar who decided to come up the stairs is no longer just a thief, he is now threatening my family.
I will defend against him using every ounce last ounce of fight in me, whether be poking in the eye like I learned on the playground or defending a fatal funnel like I learned in the Army.
My house. My family.
NRA Life Member
Ladyfriend: "I need help with the leaves in the yard"
Me: "Controlled burn?"
LadyFriend: "I forgot my Boy Scout turned into an infantry officer."