I Had BG in My House Attempting Burglary
It cannot be coincidence that I join this forum and find this topic today. On October 21, 2004, my wife and I are awakened by our 6 month old puppy. He was all bristled up and growling and I just told him hush. About that time, I heard someone talking and hear furniture in my living room being moved. We have an emergency plan that if our home is broken into she is to grab our son at the end of our hallway and go through our master bath and get on our large walk in closet, flat on the floor. I am an avid firearms collector and my father is an ex-special forces and Texas State Trooper and I have never not known how to behave around a firearm and when old enough, carry and use a firearm. I retrieve my 12 gauge Remington 870 Marine, six in the tube and one in the chamber and eight on the side rail of OO Buck. Once I knew I was between what I knew to be two large men and my wife, I took up the phone and called 911. I informed the dispatcher my home was being burglarized and I was armed with a shotgun and described my clothing. Staying on the phone, I yelled at the top of my lungs, "you better grab what you got and leave immediately, I am armed and on the phone with the police". Now my home is large and our doors are solid wood but I had taken a position in my bedroom where if a round were to come through the door it could not hit me. The dog is going crazy, the dispatcher is pleading with me not to leave my bedroom and I hear four rounds go off at chest level though my bedroom door and into the sheetrock. I had no desire to kill anyone over a dam*ed TV set or DVD player, and all my firearms are in my home office-study. I chose the shotgun for self defense because I did not want rounds passing through my walls and going out a window and hitting either some innocent neighbor, or the police who I can now hear are coming. I have too many guns to count (they are inventoried and serial numbers recorded) and thousands of rounds ammunition. But I know I have to stop this threat and now the threat is to my wife and young son and not to my property and I cannot wait for them to enter my bedroom. I take the weapon off safe and I open the door and have the weapon down with the butt touching my shoulder, I slip against the hall wall and bring the weapon up and turn on the tactical light ready to fire, the light makes a large black male raise his hand holding a semi-auto stainless steel pistol to block the light in his eyes and I fire at his head, and I see another figure run through the light and see, not hear, because my ears are ringing, flashes as he runs behind the other man. I know I hit him and he is probably dead, but can't look down because I know I'm being fired on. I bring the light up ahead of the last flash and a second man is crouched in a combat position and has a black semi-auto pistol in both hands and he is firing. I cut my light off and simultaneously start moving to my right, his left and cut my light back on, he is still firing where I was and I fire three times at him, first at his head, then his chest, then his waist. Now I can see what the buckshot has done to him, but I am still not sure about the first intruder. Now there are police all around my house, sirens are howling, and my ears can barely hear the sirens. What I am concentrating on is the first man, if not down or dead, is between me and my family. I move arournd and step on broken electronics in the dark, and take a position in the hall and bring my gun up, ready to fire and cut on the light. I only needed a second to know it's over. I laid the gun down and ran to my bedroom closet and my wife and child are screaming but I cannot hear anything. I scream as loud as I can that she needs to help me find the phone so I can tell the dispatcher where we are, where my shotgun is, in my bedroom behind the door, and we are not moving until the police come to the closet. She gets on the phone and within seconds, a police officer is speaking to my wife through the door and she takes my hand and my son's hand and makes us back up against the wall and this officer walks in gun drawn, and quickly holsters his pistol. He starts asking me questions, and looking at my face and arms and my wife is pulling up my sleves and I realize they think I've been shot. I suddenly, I feel warm liquid running down my pajama legs and then my stomach and realize I am shot. Right under my left floating rib and blood is squiting out. The officer makes me lie down and I'm arguing let me lay on the bed and I still can't hear and I start to calm down and get real relaxed. When I wake up, I'm in the hospital. There is a doctor there that is saying over and over "do you want to see the bullet?" I said sure and he takes a small bullet out of his coat pocket and says "you're a lucky or crazy man, I can't tell which." I say I can barely hear you. He said your ears are going to be fine. My wife and son and same police officer come in and then a detective comes in and wants me to recount what happened. I tell them what I just told yall. Here in Texas, a lot of people have been carrying guns since they could lift one up. We announce our upcoming executions like they are football scores. Sometimes, they announce two or three in one night. Now if someone was stealing my TV or stuck a knife up and said hand me your wallet, even though I have a CWP, I would let them go. I still would not kill anyone over my wallet or TV. My wife and child were in danger, and maybe I should have stayed in the bedroom. People ask me all the time would I do it again. I am an attorney and the question comes up because I'm known as the guy who killed two people in his living room. I'll say this. I had to remodel my house. My cabinet, entertainment center, large flatscreen TV, sheetrock in three rooms and the moulding and furniture all had to be replaced. My second bathroom and guest bedroom all had buckshot damage, and in the end, my insurance forked over about $62,000.00 And I got shot in the side with a 40cal Taurus. But I had to take charge. I could not wait for those two men to make a forced entry into my bedroom. My wife and child were three doors and less than sixty feet away. I had to go out that door and I did not even remember pumping the shells into the chamber. My wife said the house look like a slaughter-house. Their blood, my blood and all that damage. Yes, if I pick up my shotgun or pull my concealed Glock, I am going to kill you.
