At one point Gramins heard a doctor exclaim, “We may as well stop. Every bag of blood we give him ends up on the floor. This guy’s like Swiss cheese. Why’d that cop have to shoot him so many times!”
Gramins thought, “He just tried to kill me! Where’s that part of it?”
When Gramins was released from the hospital, “I walked out of there a different person,” he said.
“Being in a shooting changes you. Killing someone changes you even more.” As a devout Catholic, some of his changes involved a deepening spirituality and philosophical reflections, he said without elaborating.
At least one alteration was emphatically practical.
Before the shooting, Gramins routinely carried 47 rounds of handgun ammo on his person, including two extra magazines for his Glock 21 and 10 rounds loaded in a backup gun attached to his vest, a 9 mm Glock 26.
Now unfailingly he goes to work carrying 145 handgun rounds, all 9 mm. These include three extra 17-round magazines for his primary sidearm (currently a Glock 17), plus two 33-round mags tucked in his vest, as well as the backup gun. Besides all that, he’s got 90 rounds for the AR-15 that now rides in a rack up front.
Gramins shook his head and said “Preparation.”
Go read the rest– it’s very well written, especially for something so scary– and think about it.
A gun may not work.
Pepper spray– even military grade, there are some folks who are immune to it right off the bat. The Navy usually identifies them in the “confidence chamber”– where they use an incense form of personal defense spray to make sure you trust your gas mask, and man do you not forget that if you’re not immune– and that immunity can be built up; the guys who run the “confidence chamber” all do it. (There are some women– I asked. Can’t assure the percentages, though, they probably try to make sure to use any female trainers on the all-male units for better effect.)
Anybody who uses pepper spray in the Navy has to be “qualified” with it each year– that is, they get sprayed.
Responding to it like you just had someone squirt water in your face is common enough that they have a protocol for it; go get a new bottle, spray for double the allotted time. My boyfriend’s class had one guy like that, and they actually did the double-check twice— and it just made his clothes stink, as far as he was concerned. They said they get it about every two or three classes, but that doesn’t help on figuring how common because the classes vary wildly.
(I ended up marrying said boyfriend, and I think we still have his pepper-spray utilities somewhere. Made more sense than throwing them away, although he still had to buy new.)
THERE IS NO MAGIC TRINKET.
At least one lady retreated all the way to the crawlspace in her house, with her two sick kids, was on the phone with her husband, had called the cops, and emptied a .306 revolver (so five or six bullets) into the attacker’s chest at point-blank range…and he only walked off because they could hear the cops coming.
He made it to his car, drove for a few miles, and I can’t remember if the cops caught him or he drove himself to a hospital but he was WALKING THE WHOLE TIME.
That case involved drugs, but you cannot know what the Bad Guy(s) you’ll be facing are.