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Originally Posted by GotHereQuickAsICould
Quick-Witted Woman Saves the Day points out the obvious in more ways than one.
Not everybody runs away from danger.
That woman would be bleeding on the floor along with a bunch of the rest of you if he'd been spraying bullets instead of waving a gun around.
Glad you all made it out alive.
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Yes. I watched it all, but was too far from the door to do anything. The lady's action was reflexive, and she just happened to be standing at the end of the bar, close to the doorway. The door was open and the edge was right next to her.
She was a fast thinker, though, as once the knife was jammed, she had the presence of mind to rush to the door and lock it. It had an old-fashioned twist lock that needed no key.
It was all just fortunate. Once the knife blade was jammed tight between the door and the frame, he ran off down the sidewalk. No one was harmed. The bar tender called the cops, but I don't know what happened afterward, because we left just as quickly as we could.
You're right. It that had been a gun, someone would have been injured or worse. Since the 3 of us were in the high-backed booth, about as far from the doorway as it got, I honestly don't know what could have happened to us, as I've never thought about the alternate possibility of a gun instead of the knife.
No matter what would have happened, there was no good outcome, for sure, except for that one reflexive action that stopped everything that could have happened from happening.
We were pretty much sitting ducks, as the circular table was bolted to the floor. The only way out was to scoot along the seat. There wasn't enough room to dive under the table without some major contortions.
It was all a total, complete surprise. It was a warm summer mid-week night, and we 3 had been on a stroll, just enjoying the warm evening. We didn't hang out at that bar; as we passed, we suddenly decided a beer would be nice. I was with a friend and his wife. We were all totally sober at the time, as we were still waiting for the beer when it happened.
I was in the Navy at the time, and my buddy was a Marine. His reaction was only a little quicker than mine, and both of our attention was paid more to his wife than to the doorway.
The entire incident took less time than it did for me to write it out here. 2-3 minutes at the most.
A rapid-fire gun shooting at a school would have to be worse than this. Far more people, more complications in all ways, and much louder and more confusing.
Stopping a shooter would be, even for the finest combat-ready soldier, would be entirely a matter of blind luck. It's happened, but extremely rarely in comparison to all the times a school shooter has done what he came to do. Because it is blind luck.
Here is another true story.
I've been around guns all my life. I've hunted with them and have killed 2 horses with a pistol I own. That gun has only fired 2 bullets. The empties are still in the cylinder.
I bought the pistol for that purpose many years ago after I couldn't find anything but a .22 to put a horse with a broken leg down. There are a lot of badger holes on our ranch, and once a horse breaks a leg in one, an agonizing death is certain for the animal.
I don't know how long her leg had been broken. I saw her come limping up to the band of saddle horses, coming out of some trees, dragging her front leg on the ground, from a distance away. By the time I got to her, she had quit trying to walk because the pain was so bad.
A .22 short was far too weak a round to kill the horse, and I only increased her suffering. We kept that gun to plink at cans and ground squirrels on the ranch. It's an old Winchester pump. Had to fetch it out of the ranch house, about 500 yards away.
I finally killed the horse by crushing her skull with the square end of a cruiser axe. She was a 2-year old filly, a daughter of a fine riding mare, and hadn't ever been ridden. I did halter-break her, and she was as gentle as her mama. It broke my heart to see her die so badly, even though I did the best I could for her.
The closest vet is 40 miles one way away, and a horse will try to walk on a broken leg until the leg is only held by the tendons to its body. They will try until they either die from blood loss or the shock finally puts them down. It can take them all day to die. Horses in agony don't scream. They moan, deeply and loudly.
Bought the pistol the next day, and it has only been used twice in the last 38 years. 2 bullets, 2 dead horses. They were both old friends who had given me many hours of happiness aboard them. Both were snagged by badger holes.
I have cried hard every time, and the only way to keep myself from shaking is to **** the pistol, walk up quick, and shoot as close and as fast as I can. A miss is more fresh hell for the horse.
Now if this makes anyone squeamish reading this, imagine what it would be like in a school.
Real life ain't Rambo, folks. Arming teachers is no solution at all.