I've come to realize that in attempting to "justify" my need for anything, I've generally lost an argument.
I stick to the old stand by of
"I am a free American citizen and can own whatever the hell I feel like so long as my budget and current law allows."
But to the above, I can atest to not realizing you are hit until much later.
It took Doc pointing out to me that I was bleeding and I had a shredded knee pad before I realized my knee was hit. I thought I just banged it getting out of the Humvee.
But regardless of combat effectiveness, my right to own what I want to is not subject to the whims of the Brady Campaign, Piers Morgan, or MSNBC nor thier loyal subjects.
"Growing up as both a Southern and the son of a child of the '50s, I was imprinted with several things that have long stuck with me. The F-86 Saber Jet was the finest fighter ever flown, the National League is always superior, and Leslie Coffelt
was the finest revovler shooter since Mr. Ed."