Story told me by a pro gun co-worker. He lives in a liberal enclave. The proportion of vote for the turd in the white house was higher in his little suburban fringe city than it was in Manhattan. A school assignment for one of his neighbor's kids (6th grade) was to interview a neighbor about some current topic. The neighbor's kid knew he is an NRA member, and interviewed him on gun rights. At the end of the interview he offered to show the kid his firearms (something I would never do, since all of my firearms were lost on a fishing trip). The kid didn't want to see the the guns because he was afraid of them. What a way to raise a kid.
I would have done poorly. The temptation to give the kid they type of interview that would exactly fuel his worst fears might have proved too much to resist. Why do you have guns? "to kill people." Why would you want to kill people? "some people just need killin' plus it really feels good when you kill somebody." Did you ever kill anybody? "Hard to tell when you're shooting up a rubber plantation with ma deuce on top of a M113 and the rubber trees are shooting back. But if you go in and find blood trails you can at least think you got someone." At this point the kid would have probably pi$$ed himself and left in tears.
“Hard to tell when you’re shooting up a rubber plantation with ma deuce on top of a M113 and the rubber trees are shooting back. But if you go in and find blood trails you can at least think you got someone.”
That’s an almost English level of understatement.
Blood trail from a Ma Deuce shot - that one probably won’t get far.
Roger that. Sadly all my weapons (if I ever had any) were lost when Mount Pinatubo erupted. Or maybe it was Mt. St. Helens. Or maybe during the sunami in Japan. Whatever, they are gone. P.S. Are you sure the ma duece rounds weren’t just bouncing back at you off the rubber trees?
My five year old Grandson wants me to take him shooting, a little young yet. I will start with his sister.
Never ride on the top of an M113 during a fire fight.