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Rambo Verses the Boar
A loud bang resonated in the gray cement room. A cloud of white dust cascaded down and came to rest in my hair like a bad case of dandruff. The room fell silent, with everyone's eyes shifted towards me. I removed my big clunky yellow ear muffs slowly. I was still in shock. The black Berretta pistol I had rented at the indoor shooting range had jammed. I tried to pull the top slide open to check the chamber, but the gun went off. The recoil flipped the gun upwards firing straight up like a missile in front of my face, and into the ceiling above. In many situations the use of guns, whether used safely or irresponsibly always have the potential to end a life.
Guns can help provide protection from dangers, but in the process may take a life. As a teenager, my friend and I would watch all the Rambo movies. We wanted to be just like him, running around guns blazing taking out all the bad guys. During this time the bad guys were the wild boars that would sneak up, and steal the fallen mangoes from the trees behind my friend's house. The fear that the wild boars may someday attack us or my friend's dog, led us to buying BB/pellet rifles. That night under the cover of darkness, we remained concealed behind the coffee colored leather couch. We opened the windows, and parted the white curtains slightly, enough to just stick the tip of the long cylindrical gun barrel through .
As we remained silent like Rambo waiting to ambush his enemy, we soon heard the crunching of dried leaves, and the rustling of the bushes. My friends 4 year old black Labrador was restrained by a thick blue nylon leash, she paced back and forth franticly, and started to bark repeatedly. Emerging from the shrubbery was a husky black boar, its coarse fur matted and covered with red dirt. At that moment I whispered to my friend, "3,2,1 FIRE!". Simultaneously we squeezed on the cold steel of the guns trigger. The wild boars beady little eyes widened as it was startled by the loud pop from our rifles. A few seconds later It let out a grunting squeal as it was hit. The wounded boar then retreated quickly into the woodlands never to be seen again. We do not know if the wild boar survived, it could have very well have died from its wounds.
Guns have also been used in crimes, sometimes resulting in lives taken. One such incident was when I worked at a gas station mini mart. One night 6 years ago, I heard what I thought to be fire works popping. Severally seconds later I heard someone stumbling and cursing in pain outside the store. When the door opened, an out of breath dark skinned Filipino teenager entered, gasping for air. I saw on his chest a thick red ketchup stain seeping though his white cotton t-shirt. His long gazing stare and rapid talking was filled with a sense of panic. He told me to call 911 that he had been shot. I didn't react right away, I thought it was fake blood, a prank perhaps, for it was the day after Halloween. As I turned around looking through the thick bullet proof window behind me, I saw silhouettes of people congregating in the dim lit parking lot. I realized something must have happened. I then decided to call 911. Soon as I picked up the phone, the young Filipino boy sprinted back to the parking lot, collapsed on the black asphalt, and crumpled up into a fetal position. I noticed on the pavement from where he stood, a puddle of crimson colored blood that left a trail like volcanic lava forming tiny little islands. The sight of the blood made me shudder, and look away.
I found out later that it was a bad drug deal gone bad. The buyer had no intention of purchasing the 4-ounce bag of marijuana, and snatching it out of the dealers hands. As the drug dealer stood up out of his car, an ensuing tug of war with the ziploc bag of drugs transpired. The buyer finally stepped back lifted his shirt, pulled out a .22 revolver pistol from the waistbands of his shorts, and shot the dealer in the left eye, neck and chest. The drug dealers friend fearing for his life took off running towards my work place. In the process he was shot in the upper chest, back of the right arm and left leg. In the end the drug dealer died, his friend lived, and the shooter ended up in jail for murder.
What should we do to eliminate the needless loss of lives from guns? Would banning guns work? No, it has not worked in Britain, gun crime has actually gone up, there is more knife stabbings, and the law abiding citizens are left defenseless. We need to find non lethal alternatives for defense and protection. We need to realize how dangerous any potential weapon can be, how they are glorified in movies and how they impact our society.
Rambo Verses the Boar
A loud bang resonated in the gray cement room. A cloud of white dust cascaded down and came to rest in my hair like a bad case of dandruff. The room fell silent, with everyone's eyes shifted towards me. I removed my big clunky yellow ear muffs slowly. I was still in shock. The black Berretta pistol I had rented at the indoor shooting range had jammed. I tried to pull the top slide open to check the chamber, but the gun went off. The recoil flipped the gun upwards firing straight up like a missile in front of my face, and into the ceiling above. In many situations the use of guns, whether used safely or irresponsibly always have the potential to end a life.
Guns can help provide protection from dangers, but in the process may take a life. As a teenager, my friend and I would watch all the Rambo movies. We wanted to be just like him, running around guns blazing taking out all the bad guys. During this time the bad guys were the wild boars that would sneak up, and steal the fallen mangoes from the trees behind my friend's house. The fear that the wild boars may someday attack us or my friend's dog, led us to buying BB/pellet rifles. That night under the cover of darkness, we remained concealed behind the coffee colored leather couch. We opened the windows, and parted the white curtains slightly, enough to just stick the tip of the long cylindrical gun barrel through .
As we remained silent like Rambo waiting to ambush his enemy, we soon heard the crunching of dried leaves, and the rustling of the bushes. My friends 4 year old black Labrador was restrained by a thick blue nylon leash, she paced back and forth franticly, and started to bark repeatedly. Emerging from the shrubbery was a husky black boar, its coarse fur matted and covered with red dirt. At that moment I whispered to my friend, "3,2,1 FIRE!". Simultaneously we squeezed on the cold steel of the guns trigger. The wild boars beady little eyes widened as it was startled by the loud pop from our rifles. A few seconds later It let out a grunting squeal as it was hit. The wounded boar then retreated quickly into the woodlands never to be seen again. We do not know if the wild boar survived, it could have very well have died from its wounds.
Guns have also been used in crimes, sometimes resulting in lives taken. One such incident was when I worked at a gas station mini mart. One night 6 years ago, I heard what I thought to be fire works popping. Severally seconds later I heard someone stumbling and cursing in pain outside the store. When the door opened, an out of breath dark skinned Filipino teenager entered, gasping for air. I saw on his chest a thick red ketchup stain seeping though his white cotton t-shirt. His long gazing stare and rapid talking was filled with a sense of panic. He told me to call 911 that he had been shot. I didn't react right away, I thought it was fake blood, a prank perhaps, for it was the day after Halloween. As I turned around looking through the thick bullet proof window behind me, I saw silhouettes of people congregating in the dim lit parking lot. I realized something must have happened. I then decided to call 911. Soon as I picked up the phone, the young Filipino boy sprinted back to the parking lot, collapsed on the black asphalt, and crumpled up into a fetal position. I noticed on the pavement from where he stood, a puddle of crimson colored blood that left a trail like volcanic lava forming tiny little islands. The sight of the blood made me shudder, and look away.
I found out later that it was a bad drug deal gone bad. The buyer had no intention of purchasing the 4-ounce bag of marijuana, and snatching it out of the dealers hands. As the drug dealer stood up out of his car, an ensuing tug of war with the ziploc bag of drugs transpired. The buyer finally stepped back lifted his shirt, pulled out a .22 revolver pistol from the waistbands of his shorts, and shot the dealer in the left eye, neck and chest. The drug dealers friend fearing for his life took off running towards my work place. In the process he was shot in the upper chest, back of the right arm and left leg. In the end the drug dealer died, his friend lived, and the shooter ended up in jail for murder.
What should we do to eliminate the needless loss of lives from guns? Would banning guns work? No, it has not worked in Britain, gun crime has actually gone up, there is more knife stabbings, and the law abiding citizens are left defenseless. We need to find non lethal alternatives for defense and protection. We need to realize how dangerous any potential weapon can be, how they are glorified in movies and how they impact our society.