Tuesday, July 17, 2018

I remember 1988



I wasn't so much into guns then.  And I wouldn't own a pistol for a dozen years.  Young skull-fulla-mush in college.

Despite all this youth and inexperience, and what I picked up in the Corps via osmosis, I had Distinct Opinions on what gun I wanted if I was to choose a pistol for my very own.

I'd like to think in my abject ignorance I was still semi-rational.  I'd have chosen a revolver.  Because: simple.  I knew I had zero training in automatics and there are just so many controls to keep track of in a high stress situation.  These were my thoughts.

So I did not want a Beretta back when Die Hard came out.  No offense, Beretta.  It's not you, it's me.

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