That's pretty much the case for me.......I think. I would add this..... If people (not just kids) are dropping like flies all around me, I would probably do my best to find the shooter while maintaining cover.....and take him out. My reasoning is that, if people around me are dropping, then I am in the line of fire, and I need to find cover, and return fire if I can. But I say "probably", because all of this is really just speculation.jmra wrote:Every situation is different. If I am somewhere and kids are dropping like flies I don't think I could hide and watch them die. I think I would try my best to find the shooter while maintaining as much cover as possible.
Now, if I heard shots that were 2 blocks away, probably a different reaction.
With one exception, I am probably not likely to run toward the sound of guns. For one thing, homie don't run. It's undignified. For another thing, I am overweight, out of shape, and getting pretty arthritic. Running, for whatever reasons, just isn't in the cards for me any longer. The exception is if I know for a certain fact that my loved ones are located where the gunfire is coming from. THEN I will hasten toward the sound. But there's no way I'm going to Rambo anything. I'm just no longer capable of it.
I think other posters who say that you never really know how you will react until it happens to you have got it right. Context is everything. And, no matter what I say I will do in a discussion like this, it is nothing more than a statement of my intent.....and the road to hades being paved with the bones of those who had good intentions, my good intentions won't count for much if I cannot make myself carry them out when the real risk of lead poisoning is quite elevated. In all honesty, I honestly don't know what I would really do. Intentions are one thing, but as the Good Book says, "For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out." (Romans 7:18)
I've been shot at.....once....and the shooter didn't actually know I was there. He didn't expect to see anyone where I was at, and there were a lot of trees between me and him. He certainly wasn't trying to kill or hurt me. But after having one of his bullets make a snap as it went past my head, and another bullet impacting a low cinderblock wall behind me, I jumped behind the wall and started yelling for him to stop shooting at me. That was 46 years ago, and there are a lot more miles on the chassis now than back then.
Maybe if I was younger, and felt a little more invincible......