has anyone ever been shot?

[Mr.ViperBoa]

I have been shot at several times. I used to drive a patrol car for the Vickery Meadows Improvement District in North East Dallas. People used to take shots at us all the time. I resigned after a friend of mine was shot through the neck and died. I had one night where I was certain I was going to have to shoot someone when I was was jumped by 3 Hispanic males who didn't speak English. I was on a foot patrol though an apartment complex when I noticed them hunkered down next to a car. I unholstered my weapon and kept walking and when they jumped out I was ready for them. I shouted at them to stop and they kept walking and wouldn't stop. Two of them were carrying baseball bats. I told them again and no response. By now there were a lot of lights coming on and people looking out windows. (3am) The third time, I I pulled the hammer back and took aim I was almost pleading with them to stop because I didn't want to have to senselessly someone. I guess they knew I meant business when the hammer clicked back and they finally dropped their weapons and got down on their stomach's. I called D.P.D. and waited over an hour for and officer to show up. All 3 were arrested for assault. That was the closes I ever came to having to shoot someone in the civilian world. When I was in the Army I was in an Artillery unit so there is no telling the destruction from long range.

[Dave2]

When I was in the Army I was in an Artillery unit so there is no telling the destruction from long range.

If they didn't shoot back, it worked.

Actually, from the levels of competence the History Channel ascribes to our military, if the gun ever went off it worked because you guys don't miss.

[The Annoyed Man]

In high school, I briefly went out with a girl who had been shot once. It happened before I knew her. She said it was a few years before I met her and she was walking down the street with her brother, coming home from a community swimming pool. At some point she felt a sharp sting and a burning sensation in her upper arm, and she thought that her brother had popped her with a twisted up towel. When she turned to chew him out, she saw blood dripping down her arm. Some 10 year old kid had ensconced himself in the attic of his house on the other side of the street with a single shot .22 rifle and was playing "sniper." He was aiming at people out the dormer window of the attic as they walked down the opposite side of the street, and he apparently didn't know the gun was loaded or cocked. He sighted on my girlfriend, pulled the trigger, and shot her in the upper arm with a .22 short. It's a darn good thing he didn't account for bullet drop over distance for a short cartridge, or he might have hit her in the head.

[Photoman]

My older brother threw a dart at me when we were kids and it stuck right in my sternum. Does that count?

[sjfcontrol]

My older brother threw a dart at me when we were kids and it stuck right in my sternum. Does that count?

Depends, what did he score for that?

[Photoman]

My older brother threw a dart at me when we were kids and it stuck right in my sternum. Does that count?

Depends, what did he score for that?

One bullseye and one heart attack for my mother!

[flintknapper]

Yes!

20 gauge, 7-1/2 shot, 2-3/4 shell…high brass, Improved Modified Choke @ approximately 30 yds.

My Older Brother and I were dove hunting together. The place we were hunting had an old dug out caliche pit about 30 yds. wide, 75 yds long and maybe 12’ deep. These pits hold a small amount of water and plenty of “gravel”….so they attract doves for those two reasons.

We originally started out on the same side of the pit…but soon noticed we were missing opportunities at birds that were flying parallel to the pit on the other side (some were out of range). Teenage logic (if there is such a thing), dictated we split up to cover each side of the pit (agreeing NOT to shoot toward the pit UNLESS the birds were safely past the centerline). You see where this going….right?

Both of us had taken a few birds on our respective sides (backs to pit….birds approaching). Suddenly, I heard a shot that sounded much louder than the others and I turned to see a dove falling into the pit (about 45° to my left), I also noticed that my Brother was tracking a second bird (it was a pair) and was swinging his shotgun in my direction.

About that time…. the dove makes a big dip (evasive maneuver) and I can see my Brother is still following it. Of course…the dove flies down to exactly my level….and I can see that Mark is doing an excellent job focusing on it (and nothing else).

I just had time to turn my head (and most of my back) when I heard the shotgun go BOOOOOM! A millisecond later….I was pretty much on fire from the lower part of my neck to about my waist.


Yes! 7-1/2 shot WILL penetrate a game bag, short sleeve shirt, T-Shirt and 3/8” of flesh at 30-35 yds!

Yes! It burns (and stings simultaneously).

Yes! There is NOTHING you can do about it (cursing and writhing provide no relief).

Yes! It will end your dove hunt.

Yes! You will have to go to the doctor (where more fun is experienced).

Yes! Most of that shot is still in me.

Yes! I didn’t speak to my Brother for about a week after that.

Yes! I still bring it up (once in awhile) some 40 years after the incident.

Yes! He got the second bird too (a double).

[Pug]

Yes! He got the second bird too (a double).

Now that's what I'm talkin 'bout!!!

[speedsix]

...oughta go on the "Hunting with Dick Cheney" show...if it were my brother he'd say he got three birds...two doves and a turkey...at which time, he'd get one more...

[FL450]

Yes- Shotgun when I was a teenager. Friend(I use loosely) fooling around called me in the backyard and shot me with a shotgun thinking it was blank as soon as I walked back there. Peppered from face to lower chest. I was lucky it didn't take out an eye, injure or kill me. Most shot worked it's way out over time but I still have some in my face and lip. I always have to explain after X-Rays.

[The Annoyed Man]

Yes! He got the second bird too (a double).

You gotta admire him for keeping first things first.

[ELB]

... I called D.P.D. and waited over an hour for and officer to show up. All 3 were arrested for assault. ....

Wow. I'll bet that was a lonnnnnnnng hour.

[Blindref757]

I have not ever been shot, but my dad was shot on Iwo Jima, and I once asked him what it felt like. He was hit in the solar plexus by a 6.5mm Japanese Arisaka rifle bullet. Instead of going straight through him, the bullet was deflected to the left by the heavy brass button on his jacket (it was cold at night on Iwo Jima) and went into his ribcage. It dissected through the muscle tissue between two ribs, all the way around, and exited out his mid back, about an inch or so to the left of his spine. The impact shattered both the button and the bullet's copper jacketing. The lead core is what exited his back, and the wound path was liberally sprinkled with bits of copper and brass. For the rest of his life, little bits of metal would work their way to the surface. He would occasionally develop a little pimple on his front, back, or left side, and a little piece of metal would pop out of it. He died in late 1990 of pancreatic cancer, but even when he was sick and dying, the wound track was visible on his chest x-rays because of the white scar tissue sprinkled with tiny pieces of metal and the last time one of those little pieces came out was a month or so before he died.

He said that the initial blow to his solar plexus was tremendous, and it felt like he had been kicked by a mule right in the gut. It knocked the wind completely out of him. He was upright on his knees when he was hit, and the impact bowled him over onto his back. He said that it took a minute to get his breath back, and then a terrible burning sensation set in. He compared it to the feeling of having a red-hot poker thrust through him and then twisted around. He said that the severe pain only lasted maybe 15 minutes or so (the battle was so fierce where he was wounded, that he said he didn't have a good perception of time passing), and then tissue shock set in and the wound went numb. He said he then stuck his thumbs in the entrance and exit wounds, as he had been taught in training, to staunch the blood loss until a corpsman could get to him.

The corpsman arrived shortly afterward. He was kneeling over my father while working to patch him up, and he (the corpsman) was hit in the shoulder and fell or was bowled over. He picked himself back up and went back to work on my dad, and he was struck a second time by a machine gun bullet in the thigh, breaking his femur. He propped himself back up and finished, then he laid down next to my dad and said, "My turn, I'll tell you what to do." While my dad was trying to apply a dressing to the corpsman's leg, the corpsman was struck a third time in the head and was killed.

Dad was evacuated from Iwo between about 36 and 48 hours after he had been hit, and flown on a C47 to Guam. He had received some initial surgical care in an improvised field hospital in a crater shortly before being evacuated, but the intent was just to stabilize him, stop the bleeding, and get some antibiotics on board. He didn't get real surgical intervention until he was carried off the plane on Guam and operated on in the hospital there.

The tissue damage to my dad's rib cage contributed to a back problem he had, and it plagued him from time to time for the rest of his life.

I don't want to ever got shot by any kind of bullet, but if I had to choose, I'd pick getting shot by a pistol over getting shot by a rifle any day.

I went on a school sponsored trip to Washington DC in 1981...I was in the 6th grade. We toured all of the typical tourist spots...WH, Capitol, Archives, Smithsonian, Washington-Lincoln monument, etc. At the age of 12...the one place that impacted me the most was the Iwo Jima memorial. I remember vividly the image of that flag and I was moved to tears. As I read this account and type this response, again I do so with tears streaking down my cheeks. What these guys went through and how they sacrificed for my freedom is absolutely amazing. I, and my children's children are forever indebted to the Greatest Generation. I'm fearful that another sacrifice of this magnitude is on our horizon.