Any "Thank God I've Got A Gun" experience(s)?

Love the Marines

At least my wife loves those wonderful Marines.

Driving home late from her friends home in San Diego she noticed a car pull out of the apartment complex the same time she was leaving. On the way towards Escondido this car followed very closey and when pulled even the driver stared in a un-nice way at my wife. My wife is brilliant by the way, she drove off the highway at NAS Miramar and the scary fellow followed her. She pulled up to that wonderful armed and ready Marine manning the gate and explained the situation. Another wonderful Marine, also armed and ready, headed towards the following car and, guess what, that idiot made very fast tracks away from the gate. I was flying in the Navy at the time.

Another time the Marines came to the rescue was overseas. My wife, she gets into more situations than I do, was visiting the embassy and demonstrators became a bit rowdy and mildly threatened her. To her rescue came a well-armed picture perfect embassy Marine guard. Saved again.

Only recently has my wife expressed an interest in carrying.
 
yes- I posted on an earlier thread concerning.
I did not have a CCW then (they weren't available but N.C. recognizes carry while out of easy reach) and had a close call in a remote area of N.F..
 
Yeah when my wife rolled over and gave me THE LOOK the other night. seriously, I've had a couple, one evening about 6pm when my brother in-law was the manager at a car, he wash closing out late. There were 2 guys that were giving the place a little more attention than they should have been and it was obvious they were sizing things up. I told my brother in-law to play along with me, I went to the car and hollered to him inside the building to hurry up I don't want to be late getting to the gun range. They promptly looked at each other and left. I was packing, but if I can avoid an escalating situation I will.

Second; late one night about 10 years ago the doorbell rings at 3am. All my children are in the militarty so I know its not them and we live on a road of 8 houses in a VERY remote area. You wouldn't be passing by, as its a deserted dirt road to nowhere, and worse NO POLICE DEPT. I grab my S&W performance center short forty, and proceed to the door which has the blind down. The outside light was on, I positioned myself so my body was to the left of the dorr opening. This way my body is shielded and my shooting hand in line with the window. I yell out who's there. This guy answers I need to use your phone, I respond who do you want me to call, he says I need to come in, I said not happening.

He then says his buddies were drinking and threw him out out of the car and he needs to get a ride. I once again say give me the number, he insists on coming in. I tell him to take a right at the end of my driveway and walk to the end of the road and take another right to the paved road. He once again begs to use the phone and I say NO. He walks away, my house is set in from the road with a small hill blocking the view of the road at the driveway. I look out my picture window and see no headlights, but I live on a steep hill, what do I see 100 yards down the road, BRAKE LIGHTS! It was a setup, I call the cops in the next town over and they said he tried to gain entry to another home but was met with a shotgun. 3 weeks later I see on the news a cop from Epsom was killed, it was the guy who tried to get into my house! Sadly the cop came from the next town up from me, 21 year old kid just out of the Marines and was a school friend of one of my sons. The bullet went in the armpit of his vest and hit his heart.

I've had a couple others but not as threatening as these.
 
Briefly...I was once accosted by two large and fierce looking fellows that came out of the bushes on a dark street in Williamsport, PA. One was in front of me and one was behind me. I swung my right leg back so that I was facing them, one to my left, one to my right. My hand was clearly on a gun in an IWB holster over my right front pocket. They made nice talk that it was a case of mistaken idendity, and that they meant me no harm. That may or may not have been true...but having my hand on a gun when confronted by large opponents in the dark was a comfort.

In another event, a police officer chased armed robbers that had shot at him through my yard at 11:00 at night. They abandoned their car in my front yard without taking it out of gear, and I had to run out and stop it before it ran through my fence. The officer yelled to me to get inside because they had fired at him. I ran back in the house and grabbed two revolvers. I lit up the backyard with my flood lights and watched for the robbers, who were long gone. Soon the neighborhood was swarming with police, but it felt good to be able to protect myself and my wife if need be.
 
Yes, it's been a very long time though since I've had to aim a firearm at someone.

When I was a kid and living in the cesspool known as Detroit, I grabbed my .22lr rifle and went outside to breakup a beating in front of my house. Police were never involved in this one.

Also, when I worked in a pizzeria, I heard a guy telling the cashier to give him the money in the register. I got the shotgun we kept in back and went out front with it. The guy took off. Never saw him again. The police probably never caught him because my description could fit about 1 guzillion people living in Detroit at that time.

Another time I was at my friend's house and someone was trying to break into his father's Twin Pines truck. He gave me his lever action .30-.30 and he grabbed his shotgun. The guy took off and we never saw him again. The police probably never caught that guy either because he fit the description of about 1 guzillion people living in Detroit at the time.

Edit: Oh I forgot to mention that in the .22lr incident one of the guys said he was going to "get me". Never saw him again.

The kid in the neighborhood, who I knew and went outside to help, loved me forever after that!

My dad wasn't home but he was very proud of me when my friend told him about it. I was afraid to tell my dad and he got mad at me for thinking he would be mad at me if I told him. LOL!!

(My dad is a WWII veteran with 2.5 years of combat experience. I should have known he would be proud of me but you never know!!)
 
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I can only say I wish I had a gun, but, things worked out. And I'm talking about "Guns" being pulled out on me, and/or us. I've got just (3-4) a few stories, and I'm not in the military, have not been an LEO, or live in the Getto.

And this is long before I decided to get a gun. So, I've made it this far without a gun, doesn't mean I don't pack now, but I'm not in Minnesota anymore Dorthy.:D
 
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