The age old argument and posturing around what someone might do in a situation like this is one that can get heated. As some of you know I was active duty until this past January. I did 14 years. Honorable discharge. I could go back in. In 2018 I got home from my 4th deployment on July 4th. Had a birthday about a week later, amd about a week after that I was showing my Hellcat to a fellow car enthusiast and chronicling the differences between a Hellcat and a Demon. A car pulls up in the parking lot we are in and blocks me in. There are four gentlemen in the car and one gets out with a pistol drawn and his finger on the trigger. As he approached heas asked me "What's good?" Being a white guy that grew up in Africa and went to high school on the west side of Chicago, 4200W/4200S, I knew what he was asking. My pistol was in my center console and I snatched it up and put it to his face. Because auto pilot and muscle memory had kicked in I responded with a clever "What's real f*cking good?" He regressed at a disdainful pace. As they got about 15 yards away they stopped. Right where a clothing donation box was. Because of my paranoia I have grown quite hyper-vigilant. I had noticed the clothing donation box was rusting. Meaning it was ferrous. Which meant my 9mm fmj was not punching through it. There's 4 of them, 1 of me, and now they have not just concealment, but cover. They keep moving out the entrance of the parking lot still not at a pace someone concerned with being shot or killed would move, and their window goes down. I knew it wasn't to congratulate me on my safe return home from deployment so, I started shooting. They shot back with 2 guns. 3 of my 5 rounds hit them or the car. I ran back to make sure my hysterical civilian friend wasn't shot, checked my car, called the police, cleared and safed my weapon, threw the magazine and firearm far away enough from one another that they could not be reintroduced, and went and laid down in the middle of the lot. When the cops arrived I identified myself "My name is 'ding dong'. I'm the one that called. I am ready to comply with any and all of your orders. The cops came. Did their thing. Did not believe either of us, accused me of being on drugs (the 10 year, at the time, active duty service member, with a TS/SCI, a $70k car, and a hysterical witness). I get arrested and spend the night in jail. Get charged. Once I was released I went and got the security footage from the establishment I was at, and scoured the neighborhood for homes with ring doorbells. I have 2 angles of the approach, shootout, and them fleeing, 1 of them half way up the block with audio and time stamps that match. All that to say "Stay strapped pr get clapped" -Abraham Lincoln, via Twitter for IPhone.
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