Just for fun - "It Happened To Me!"
Disclaimer: The following is fiction. I claim no responsibility for any ruffled feathers.
I'm telling this story in the hope that it will raise situational awareness and to make people realize that anything can happen at any time. And might.
My friend Jim and I were approaching the parking lot after a range visit. We were debating the best carry options for a rollercoaster ride when I became aware of some activity over by the dumpsters at the edge of the lot. There were three men who seemed to be harassing a woman. Jim had his EDC, an EMP loaded with JHP's and carried IWB when not in his SUV. As for myself, I had my Colt fullsize 1911, as intended by God, John Moses Browning, Buddha, and Elvis (in that order).
Needless to say, our SA was up. Suddenly, we heard the woman scream. She was saying, "Melp!" or "Gelp!" or something like that as they were grabbing her. It was hard to tell for sure. We were going to just call 911 and then go get a beer when one of the men suddenly presented a gun. We were now within shooting distance, so we stopped and took a defensive stance. "Hey!," yelled the man who was weilding the gun. "You ain't got no business here!" I replied, "I believe you mean, 'You have no business here. Let's mind our grammar, shall we?'"
That's when it happened. He aimed the gun straight at us. So I flashed by CHL badge and told him to put the gun down. "And don't make me have to also drape my CCW sash across my shoulder!!!!"
He didn't comply. He ordered us to walk over to where they were. Knowing that this wasn't good, Jim drew his EMP and put two in the chest and one in the head of this perp. "HAHAHAHA!!!! Stop it! That tickles!!," said the man as he tried to recompose himself. So Jim went ahead and unloaded on him. The man still wouldn't drop, but he was now just disoriented enough to start singing Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head.
I hadn't drawn yet, because even I feared the mighty .45 ACP stopping power that was right there on my hip. Having no spare mag, Jim drew his .25 ACP backup, but I could tell that he was worried about its stopping power and he was also wondering what would happen on next week's episode of Lost. But suddenly, Jim remembered reading on the Internet about shot placement being everything as opposed to just mere caliber. So with one well-placed shot into the man's left funny bone, down he went.
But there were two more left and a woman at risk. One of them had already drawn down on me. But it didn't matter. I had called his bluff because I saw that he was carrying a Glock .40 caliber. He and I both knew that it would only explode in his hand if he pulled the trigger.
So with the second BG rendered ineffective, there was one left. Unpredictably (except on TV), he suddenly grabbed the woman from behind and put the gun to her head. I knew then that I had to act. So in slow motion, just like in the movies, I drew my 1911. "This is it," I thought. "Cancel Christmas and the trip to Grandma's. This is going down."
So we were at an impasse. A Mexican standoff. A game of "chicken." A stalemate. Need I go on? I knew that I couldn't fire because he was using the woman as a human shield (that's when a human is used as a shield, not a shield to protect humans, unless you're talking about protecting the human who is holding the hostage, who has now become the shield). I knew I had one chance. Just one.
So with a perfect flick of the wrist, I curved my shot around the innocent woman and popped the bad guy right between the eyes. Being that this was a .45, it knocked him about 20 feet backwards and then went on to destroy a brick skyscraper in the background.
So I hope this story serves its purpose in demonstrating that we should all be on alert at all times.