As I held the semi-automatic BB gun slowly, looking passed the gargbe can I was hiding behind, that was letting off a disgusting smell; I aimed the gun at my target, my brother. He ran out of the way before I took the shot. ‘’Shoot’’ I said to myself. I was about to run after him, then I heard shots. Then I saw what he was running from, a group of his friends also with semi-automatic BB guns. I was going to make a break for it, but my brother was behind the trash can behind me. Suddenly, my brother got out of his hiding and started shooting at them, but he had to hide because he needed to reload. They were slowly approaching. Sweat was pouring down my forehead. My palms were sticky. They were slowly creeping closer. I had to think quickly!
Outside their apartment, Stephen and Stanley resumed their altercation, at which point, Mark said, the younger brother pulled out a gun and fired a shot, fatally striking his older sibling. "I ran outside, I got to the point of where [my brothers were fighting]," said Mark. "Right before my eyes, my brother shot my other brother."
This morning I meet my mentor at bear arms shooting range. We signed in and picked my targets out before going back to the car to bring in the shotgunn. When we came back we put our ear and eye protection on and headed into the range. Mr. Sanders described what I would be doing today and how that would prepare me for the following weeks. Starting with how to load a gun, opening, inserting the shell, closing,aiming, taking the safety off, and then shooting. All of which I already knew how to do from prior experience. I felt pretty confident in myself for I had shot before (I was wrong). Next he described the differences between shooting in a range and shooting clays that move through the air. Then connecting how my skills at the range are
. Givens, Tom. " Millions of New Gun Owners Need Right Kind of Training." SAF Training Division.
He had your gun.’ ‘An’ you got it away from him and you took it an’ you killed him?’ ‘Yeah.
A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.
He began to gibber to himself, cursing the war, cursing himself, cursing everybody.” He was suddenly overcome by anger at his own actions, and as a consequence, felt lucky enough to cross the street to take a peek at the enemy sniper. What happens after The Sniper sees that it’s his brother that he just shot reveals some complicated history with his family. Since The Sniper was on an opposite side as his brother, it can be inferred that they had different beliefs, in this instance completely opposite beliefs. This means that at any point before this, The Sniper and his brother would have had some sort of conflict, and possible with the entire family.
In today’s society, children having BB-guns may lead to more violence. These products can increase your child’s comfort around guns. They can even create certain satisfaction when shooting their target successfully.
I pompously walk into the Lounge with a determination to meet someone new and to show them how much power and respect the people from my story have given me, before I was murdered anyway. I look across the room, but only to find one small boy sitting at a table with a small bb gun in his arm, shooting at the wall with the most obnoxious noises that could come out of any human being. As I get closer to him, he quickly turns around and shoots me straight in the face, while saying, “bang! bang! bang! Bang!”.
He chuckled and extended his arm pointing the gun to my head. I got on my knees and pleaded for my life like a little coward.
So I’ve got a gun, what do I do with it? Very first thing he says about doing with the gun “without a doubt, the VERY FIRST THING YOU SHOULD DO is to READ THE MANUAL”. Very simple and standard data with all things you are not familiar with, you should always read the owner’s manual. I am violator of this rule also, for example, I my child a new toy that needs to be assembled, and I think to myself, I’ll make the pieces fit and figure it out. Which usually, depending on how many pieces and shapes, takes me a lot longer. Then I usually revert back to the manual anyways.
“A well regulated militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed”. When I was young around 7-9 years old I strictly believed in the right to have a firearm. Over time, new events and passed events changed my mind.
“He broke open the gun again, and slipped the second cartridge into the cylinder. ‘Now we got two cartridges in here,’ he said”
I am currently living in Seattle, the Emerald City. Even with many wonderful aspects around this city, there are few things that I hope will change in the future. One of the problem that I faced was the gun violence.
When I was a kid, I did not think about gun violence. In fact, I grew up in a household that accepted guns. My dad, uncle, and grandfather all owned guns, and I never really gave much thought about it. When I was younger my dad bought me a little BB gun and taught me how to use it. We used to go outside in our backyard which was all fenced off. He taught me all the safety precautions, and set up the paper targets for me to shoot. I always believed that was normal, everyone owned guns. I didn't realize the importance in which they played, in our society, for protection, until July 20, 2012. I watched the frightening and horrific incident that took place in a no gun-zone theater in Aurora, Colorado. It was that day at my house that the importance of guns became very clear to me. As I watched the intense news, I saw how all those victims were in danger, and how they appeared so helpless. They were trapped, and left with nothing to do but call 911, and wait for the police to show up. In the last five years, I have come to realization the importance that guns play, whether or not it is in a gun-free zone or not. They are a base of protection, because attackers will always find away to obtain them.
Determined to escape this hell hole or die trying I zipped up my vest and began to load the pistol and rifle I took from the guard. Fueled with rage I kicked open the door and released fire on 3 guards crouched in