Reading this has been a real eduction. What I learned is I need to carry something around 75 cal, hits like a freight train but will just hit the ground after going through the human body, holds around 200 rounds, and fits in the coin pocket of my jeans. My 1911 will not kill even small rodents.
I may as well just quit carrying anything and if some bad guy shows up just lay down and die.
Isn't your 1911 made of chocolate anyway?
�Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn't even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.�
