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Preface:
To quell concern up front this event turned out to be a false alarm item.
Everything is and was fine. My family is and was safe.
But it was a good 'fire drill' as events were unplanned and it was a normal average night...
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Last night at quarter to midnight I was in my home office playing Call of Duty 4 with my regular XBox Live friends.
Pretty much my normal activity Monday through Friday as my means to destress.
My office is directly below the living room to the left of the front door by 20'.
As I'm in a game playing and talking with teammates I hear a very loud 'BOOM!!!' followed by silence and then I hear one of my kids crying as through the baby monitor and immediately I hear human footsteps as in a running cadence.
Without thinking about it too much I'd stated calmly into my mic to the XBL guys;
"I've got to go guys. Someone is in my house."
<In retrospect I do not know why I stated that and did so calmly. I just did it and without active pre-thought, which for me is rare and generally unusual.>
I removed my game headset w/mic and reached for a handgun that I keep stored day and night under lock in an gasketed ammo can.
It was this night my SA 1911-A1 9MM. It has a Dawson Precision FO front sight and an OEM SA adjustable target rear sight.
I always keep a second reserve magazine in the ammo can along with the gun regardless of what gun might make into that cans rotation. Typically it's the gun I carried for the day or I select one at random if I have no plan to leave the house on a given morning.
The gun is stored as cocked & locked within a holster.
Ammunition this time was Corbon DPX 115 gr. +P JHP.
This is my normal street carry ammunition. Not for HD use.
But this night it was what was there.
As per my norm the ammo can had been unlocked by me and the left with it's top open and the lock left hanging off the side of the can.
My 1911 was holstered in a leather pancake holster that I rarely use and thus it's fit was tight.
I went to hold the holster with my left hand and tug the gun out of it but it got stuck. So I just yanked it hard. The edge of the rear sight tore a quarter inch divot of skin and meat from the meaty part behind the thumb as within the palm of my hand. I felt this and it hurt. I actively with purpose suppressed it as pain and grabbed my spare magazine. I stowed it in my left rear pocket.
As I stood up I realized I was wearing socks.
The basement floor is a smooth finished and sealed poured concrete. It's quite slick. We have throw rugs down for now with a plan to put in carpeting soon. So I make my move to the stair leading up to the main floor which opens via a door into the kitchen. The stairs are wooden and do thump & creak so I had a thought to myself of "Be careful..Be stealthy".
Next problem was as I looked up at the kitchen door I thought to myself; "That is a fatal funnel."
If the door were to swing open as I scale the stairs I have no place to go or disappear into.
For a fleeting moment I thought to go out the sliding patio door and come around through the backyard to the garage door entrance but that sucks up time and places me in an even larger and longer funnel.
I pressed forward with my firearm now in a two hand hold at an intermediate low ready position.
I stand at the door for a moment and I hear more foot movement but no voices. I could not discern where the movement was coming from.
I opened the door slowly.
Peered through the crack and so no change in lighting as I had left the kitchen and heard no sounds.
I opened the door far enough to clear my body sideways and _sprinted_ myself across tile flooring as into the kitchen past our oversize (Height and depth) refrigerator thinking that it would provide me some degree of cover as I attempt to make it to the doorway for the dining room.
I did not look backward behind me to check the kids play room as located directly opposite and rear my position. On the fly my thought was if 'They' are in their then They would have to chase and/or fire after/at me through dim lighting with just 1 sec. of real time to view me and take a shot before I make it into the living room behind drywall concealment as is to the hard right.
I made it and heard no sounds at all.
Gun is now being held one handed at the intermediate low ready.
I listen for more noise and hear a voice up stairs and my daughter is no longer crying.
I look left back around the corner from where I came then check forward of my position through a double wide pocket door entry to the living room. The window coverings are open as normal and I see my car parked out front on the street as I'd left it on Sunday.
I note no other vehicles in view which is normal for my small and quiet cul de sac.
I quickly shoot myself forward into the living room and and thinking on the fly "USE COVER!...Prepare to be stabbed or grabbed.".
The whole time my trigger finger is and remains indexed. I recall recognizing this as I went through a mental check toward that.
I actually thought about it as I was in the process of trying to be quiet as I ran & slid staying on the pads of my feet and off the heels which are what make foot stomp sounds.
From the far right corner of the living room I can see that the front door is not kicked in.
I fully expected to find my front door opened. It surprised and then concerned me that it was not.
I thought possibly They closed the door back behind them to conceal their entry as from the outside.
Again I went through a mental check on the fly thinking of the layout of the upstairs floorplan.
I get to the coat closet adjacent to the front door and stop.
I listen more for sounds and now I hear whispering.
I think to myself that I have to scale another rise of stairs equal in run to that from the basement. It terminates at a three way junction:
* Directly to the front at the top of the stair is the MBR door which is always open.
* Behind that is the door to the master bath with it's door always open.
* To the hard right of the MBR doorway is our bedroom.
* To the hard left of the stair is a long hallway approximately 30' long with my kids bedrooms to the left staggered A and B followed by my wifes office in the spare bedroom at the end of the haul as C. The kids bathroom is directly across from bedroom B, where my daughter sleeps. She's 6.
At the bottom of the stair I make a choice to go secure one of the two flashlights I keep in my bedroom as a primary priority.
This may seem odd but my thought was that my wife will per her own instinct immediately leap up and go to the children. She will not think or no to do anything otherwise. They will take her and the kids as one.
I need ability to see Them so that I can take precision aimed fire with success. I decide to go get light.
I scale the stair slow and stealthy same as I had the basement stair.
My firearm is off safe now as I recall noting this as it was in my strong hand. My weak hand is at my left elbow bent and fist balled tight ready to punch or block if necessary.
I notice that I am not breathing hard, my strong hand is not clinched as is a common human reaction to fear, and I note that I feel my normal mode of relaxed even as I'm contemplating being hurt or seeing my family being held and hurt. I note to myself this is odd and not an average person norm. These off focus thoughts last less than a second total.
I make it to the top of the stair.
Scan forward into the MBR...Miami Vice my head forward to quick scan left the long hallway...And then I stand for a full second to listen for sounds. I hear voices in my daughters bedroom at the far end of the hallway.
I sweep right VERY fast into the MBR totally expecting resistance.
I see nothing. My night vision at this point is very keen. Everything is grey scale but I can see without a problem. I'm wearing my glasses and think to myself expect to lose them and/or be punched in the face. Been there done that many times and yes it hurts but I have good ability to suppress sharp and sudden pain.
I make a bee line to the nightstand and take hold of my Gladius light.
There is a triple D cell Maglight stored at the base of my bed but I choose the Gladius simply because it's lighter and has a strobe. I actively am thinking this and make that decision on the fly as I reach for the Gladius.
I take it to hand and immediately ducked down behind the bed for concealment.
I thumb the Gladius rotating on/off to On/low light using my off hand. I am listening for sounds from our MB closet or the bonus room on the opposite wall of our bed.
I hear no noise.
I'm now beginning to think this may be a false alarm.
Maybe my wife got up to check on the kids and that was all.
Maybe one of the kids woke up in their sleep.
But what was that BOOM!!! noise?
I decide to continue but not get loose/sloppy.
I again very quickly accelerate and with a fast walk run back to the MBR door and Miami Vice view the hallway, bobbing my head out quickly and then back in to listen. I hear whispering. I can't tell whose voice it is though.
I enter the hallway with the Gladius light set to low light full on.
The lights momentary is programmed to full/100% and the strobe is same.
I toggle the light using the master on/off and have it held in a Harries hold but am using it in a Chapman style.
My gun is at a low ready finger still indexed and frame safety off.
I lead first with a blip of light low at the floor looking for feet/shoes and legs. I don't go high so as to not ruin my night vision.
I'd actively thought to do this as in real time.
Next I blip again at where my sons bed is located. He's there knocked out asleep in a normal for him looking position. I note no blood. I actually thought on the fly look for blood or a sign of impact wound.
Next I am at the mid point of the hallway and it's got cross illumination from the night light in the kids bedroom.
I switch the flashlight to off and swing the gun to my right leg rear so as to obscure it from persons in the room. My thinking in the moment was if this is a non emergency I don't want to alarm my daughter no scare my wife, who HATES guns.
I again note that my finger is indexed.
I Miami Vice view the room and see my daughter lying in bed with my wife next to her whispering; "It's okay just go back to sleep".
My next thought is how do I dispose of the gun as I'm not wearing a holster nor a belt.
I think to stow it Mexican as between my pants and my right glute and I purposefully expand my abs and squeeze tight my butt to retain it. I have no belly/gut to speak of as relative to males my age.
My wife steps out seeing me and I ask if she's okay.
She replies that she's fine. She was asleep and fell out of her bed in her sleep.
I smile and rotate my body to allow her to pass me so as to not reveal what's stowed in my pants.
I walk behind her and head back down stairs. I felt fine.
All of this took less than 3 minutes time.
I returned expecting to have been auto-kicked from the game for player inactivity by the computer but that did not occur. The guys were even still playing in the same map (!).
I got back on and they asked "Did you shoot anybody?".
I replied nope false alarm.
They then asked what did I do?
To which I replied flatly; "I just followed my training".
~~~
Now I'd intended to post this last night just after it occurred but decided to wait and instead post event review my actions, thoughts, and feelings first.
* I'm not surprised at myself that I remained calm and methodical about my actions.
I've never even as a child been excitable. I have a steady even keel personality by nature. I don't have to try at it.
* Normally I keep one of my .45s down here they are loaded with Winchester 'Personal Protection' 230 gr. JHP in specific for HD. Teh Corbon is too hot for HD use. I chastise myself mentally for being caught and being lazy on that item.
A lesson learned; Do not bring this gun down for night duty.
* What if I did choose to exit and re-exit through some other means for reasons of best tactical efficiency and surprise. I was wearing stocking feet.
I need to keep an old pair of easy to slip into shoes or boots in my office for such contingencies.
Also toes break easy when stomped on in a fight.
* I totally did not think to grab my cell phone as along with my gun!
It was sitting right there on my desk. I should have pocketed it before heading out. What if I'd been injured and/or left for dead or we needed to barricade into a room?
Lesson learned.
* I was feeling good that most all of my motions, actions, and decisions on movement occurred as what to me felt natural and without internal conflict as in 'OMG what do I do now?'.
I had no real mental thought on the fly of feeling unsure of what to do. Choices came up and I made decisions as based on training prior and acquired knowledge including the night view layout of my house.
* My wife is very predictable.
Her actions though could and likely would prove to require from me precision shooting AND being able to remain calm as I do so....Without regard to what I might hear, see, or experience in the immediate moment.
* A shotgun at close range would be difficult to employ so as to counter OPFOR amongst the sleeping areas if/when they take hostages.
Cylinder choke is a no go. A full turkey type choke would be optimal so as to make precision shots against partially exposed OPFOR targets.
* Fluid movement with stealth is a necessity.
I made note of shadows and dark areas as I moved into and from them.
Our refrigerator is all black with a glass exterior cover. It looks like the 2001 Space Odyssey monolith in partial and low light.
I thought of it as such and used it for concealment and partial cover in real time.
Never before have I specifically trained at home to think of it as such. That observational thought in the immediate came from my sub-conscious. Interesting.
* Training is key.
I dry fire practice in and around (exterior) my home regularly using air gun/walk around, my kids squirt guns, and inside my real guns using Snap Caps.
This made me feel far more comfortable and _confident_. As well I have taken real and professional training of same toward house clearing using Simunitions. That too gave me great confidence.
BTW my hand it bled very badly. The wound is deep.
I got blood on my shirt and pant leg.
After consciously making the decision to block and ignore the pain I never felt it again until I sat back down in my office chair and noted my hand being bloody. Then it in an instant hurt like hell.
Interesting as well.
Well that's my story and reflection.
Thank goodness I didn't find myself in a position to have to shoot anybody.
I post this only to share a real world experience toward real and actual action as based on what I very much assumed and thought to have been a real and serious emergency.
With that as per forum norms in this area, please do feel free to run a post event analysis.
Contrary to some folks view there is no 'Monday Morning Quarterback' action going on in doing so. It is smart and wise to run a post even t review to _LEARN_ from the gaffes and errors ones self makes and that of others. It's learning by proxy.
A normal activity in business, law enforcement circles as related to training and officer survival as well as military action too.
Not to do so and learn from mistakes is flat out foolish.
- Janq
P.S. - This is not the first time I've heard bumps in the night around my home and suspected there might be a problem to which I've reacted.
This though was the first HIGH/RED alert type situation to occur as based on the sensory input I had available by sound alone.
Thus the reason for my first time post of same in this area.
Edit: Folks have been confused.
The entire effort as from start to finish with _return_ back down two stories to my office chair was "less than 3 minutes time". As in TOTAL time.
I did not take 3 minutes to get from start to my daughters room. Just to clarify.
To quell concern up front this event turned out to be a false alarm item.
Everything is and was fine. My family is and was safe.
But it was a good 'fire drill' as events were unplanned and it was a normal average night...
---
Last night at quarter to midnight I was in my home office playing Call of Duty 4 with my regular XBox Live friends.
Pretty much my normal activity Monday through Friday as my means to destress.
My office is directly below the living room to the left of the front door by 20'.
As I'm in a game playing and talking with teammates I hear a very loud 'BOOM!!!' followed by silence and then I hear one of my kids crying as through the baby monitor and immediately I hear human footsteps as in a running cadence.
Without thinking about it too much I'd stated calmly into my mic to the XBL guys;
"I've got to go guys. Someone is in my house."
<In retrospect I do not know why I stated that and did so calmly. I just did it and without active pre-thought, which for me is rare and generally unusual.>
I removed my game headset w/mic and reached for a handgun that I keep stored day and night under lock in an gasketed ammo can.
It was this night my SA 1911-A1 9MM. It has a Dawson Precision FO front sight and an OEM SA adjustable target rear sight.
I always keep a second reserve magazine in the ammo can along with the gun regardless of what gun might make into that cans rotation. Typically it's the gun I carried for the day or I select one at random if I have no plan to leave the house on a given morning.
The gun is stored as cocked & locked within a holster.
Ammunition this time was Corbon DPX 115 gr. +P JHP.
This is my normal street carry ammunition. Not for HD use.
But this night it was what was there.
As per my norm the ammo can had been unlocked by me and the left with it's top open and the lock left hanging off the side of the can.
My 1911 was holstered in a leather pancake holster that I rarely use and thus it's fit was tight.
I went to hold the holster with my left hand and tug the gun out of it but it got stuck. So I just yanked it hard. The edge of the rear sight tore a quarter inch divot of skin and meat from the meaty part behind the thumb as within the palm of my hand. I felt this and it hurt. I actively with purpose suppressed it as pain and grabbed my spare magazine. I stowed it in my left rear pocket.
As I stood up I realized I was wearing socks.
The basement floor is a smooth finished and sealed poured concrete. It's quite slick. We have throw rugs down for now with a plan to put in carpeting soon. So I make my move to the stair leading up to the main floor which opens via a door into the kitchen. The stairs are wooden and do thump & creak so I had a thought to myself of "Be careful..Be stealthy".
Next problem was as I looked up at the kitchen door I thought to myself; "That is a fatal funnel."
If the door were to swing open as I scale the stairs I have no place to go or disappear into.
For a fleeting moment I thought to go out the sliding patio door and come around through the backyard to the garage door entrance but that sucks up time and places me in an even larger and longer funnel.
I pressed forward with my firearm now in a two hand hold at an intermediate low ready position.
I stand at the door for a moment and I hear more foot movement but no voices. I could not discern where the movement was coming from.
I opened the door slowly.
Peered through the crack and so no change in lighting as I had left the kitchen and heard no sounds.
I opened the door far enough to clear my body sideways and _sprinted_ myself across tile flooring as into the kitchen past our oversize (Height and depth) refrigerator thinking that it would provide me some degree of cover as I attempt to make it to the doorway for the dining room.
I did not look backward behind me to check the kids play room as located directly opposite and rear my position. On the fly my thought was if 'They' are in their then They would have to chase and/or fire after/at me through dim lighting with just 1 sec. of real time to view me and take a shot before I make it into the living room behind drywall concealment as is to the hard right.
I made it and heard no sounds at all.
Gun is now being held one handed at the intermediate low ready.
I listen for more noise and hear a voice up stairs and my daughter is no longer crying.
I look left back around the corner from where I came then check forward of my position through a double wide pocket door entry to the living room. The window coverings are open as normal and I see my car parked out front on the street as I'd left it on Sunday.
I note no other vehicles in view which is normal for my small and quiet cul de sac.
I quickly shoot myself forward into the living room and and thinking on the fly "USE COVER!...Prepare to be stabbed or grabbed.".
The whole time my trigger finger is and remains indexed. I recall recognizing this as I went through a mental check toward that.
I actually thought about it as I was in the process of trying to be quiet as I ran & slid staying on the pads of my feet and off the heels which are what make foot stomp sounds.
From the far right corner of the living room I can see that the front door is not kicked in.
I fully expected to find my front door opened. It surprised and then concerned me that it was not.
I thought possibly They closed the door back behind them to conceal their entry as from the outside.
Again I went through a mental check on the fly thinking of the layout of the upstairs floorplan.
I get to the coat closet adjacent to the front door and stop.
I listen more for sounds and now I hear whispering.
I think to myself that I have to scale another rise of stairs equal in run to that from the basement. It terminates at a three way junction:
* Directly to the front at the top of the stair is the MBR door which is always open.
* Behind that is the door to the master bath with it's door always open.
* To the hard right of the MBR doorway is our bedroom.
* To the hard left of the stair is a long hallway approximately 30' long with my kids bedrooms to the left staggered A and B followed by my wifes office in the spare bedroom at the end of the haul as C. The kids bathroom is directly across from bedroom B, where my daughter sleeps. She's 6.
At the bottom of the stair I make a choice to go secure one of the two flashlights I keep in my bedroom as a primary priority.
This may seem odd but my thought was that my wife will per her own instinct immediately leap up and go to the children. She will not think or no to do anything otherwise. They will take her and the kids as one.
I need ability to see Them so that I can take precision aimed fire with success. I decide to go get light.
I scale the stair slow and stealthy same as I had the basement stair.
My firearm is off safe now as I recall noting this as it was in my strong hand. My weak hand is at my left elbow bent and fist balled tight ready to punch or block if necessary.
I notice that I am not breathing hard, my strong hand is not clinched as is a common human reaction to fear, and I note that I feel my normal mode of relaxed even as I'm contemplating being hurt or seeing my family being held and hurt. I note to myself this is odd and not an average person norm. These off focus thoughts last less than a second total.
I make it to the top of the stair.
Scan forward into the MBR...Miami Vice my head forward to quick scan left the long hallway...And then I stand for a full second to listen for sounds. I hear voices in my daughters bedroom at the far end of the hallway.
I sweep right VERY fast into the MBR totally expecting resistance.
I see nothing. My night vision at this point is very keen. Everything is grey scale but I can see without a problem. I'm wearing my glasses and think to myself expect to lose them and/or be punched in the face. Been there done that many times and yes it hurts but I have good ability to suppress sharp and sudden pain.
I make a bee line to the nightstand and take hold of my Gladius light.
There is a triple D cell Maglight stored at the base of my bed but I choose the Gladius simply because it's lighter and has a strobe. I actively am thinking this and make that decision on the fly as I reach for the Gladius.
I take it to hand and immediately ducked down behind the bed for concealment.
I thumb the Gladius rotating on/off to On/low light using my off hand. I am listening for sounds from our MB closet or the bonus room on the opposite wall of our bed.
I hear no noise.
I'm now beginning to think this may be a false alarm.
Maybe my wife got up to check on the kids and that was all.
Maybe one of the kids woke up in their sleep.
But what was that BOOM!!! noise?
I decide to continue but not get loose/sloppy.
I again very quickly accelerate and with a fast walk run back to the MBR door and Miami Vice view the hallway, bobbing my head out quickly and then back in to listen. I hear whispering. I can't tell whose voice it is though.
I enter the hallway with the Gladius light set to low light full on.
The lights momentary is programmed to full/100% and the strobe is same.
I toggle the light using the master on/off and have it held in a Harries hold but am using it in a Chapman style.
My gun is at a low ready finger still indexed and frame safety off.
I lead first with a blip of light low at the floor looking for feet/shoes and legs. I don't go high so as to not ruin my night vision.
I'd actively thought to do this as in real time.
Next I blip again at where my sons bed is located. He's there knocked out asleep in a normal for him looking position. I note no blood. I actually thought on the fly look for blood or a sign of impact wound.
Next I am at the mid point of the hallway and it's got cross illumination from the night light in the kids bedroom.
I switch the flashlight to off and swing the gun to my right leg rear so as to obscure it from persons in the room. My thinking in the moment was if this is a non emergency I don't want to alarm my daughter no scare my wife, who HATES guns.
I again note that my finger is indexed.
I Miami Vice view the room and see my daughter lying in bed with my wife next to her whispering; "It's okay just go back to sleep".
My next thought is how do I dispose of the gun as I'm not wearing a holster nor a belt.
I think to stow it Mexican as between my pants and my right glute and I purposefully expand my abs and squeeze tight my butt to retain it. I have no belly/gut to speak of as relative to males my age.
My wife steps out seeing me and I ask if she's okay.
She replies that she's fine. She was asleep and fell out of her bed in her sleep.
I smile and rotate my body to allow her to pass me so as to not reveal what's stowed in my pants.
I walk behind her and head back down stairs. I felt fine.
All of this took less than 3 minutes time.
I returned expecting to have been auto-kicked from the game for player inactivity by the computer but that did not occur. The guys were even still playing in the same map (!).
I got back on and they asked "Did you shoot anybody?".
I replied nope false alarm.
They then asked what did I do?
To which I replied flatly; "I just followed my training".
~~~
Now I'd intended to post this last night just after it occurred but decided to wait and instead post event review my actions, thoughts, and feelings first.
* I'm not surprised at myself that I remained calm and methodical about my actions.
I've never even as a child been excitable. I have a steady even keel personality by nature. I don't have to try at it.
* Normally I keep one of my .45s down here they are loaded with Winchester 'Personal Protection' 230 gr. JHP in specific for HD. Teh Corbon is too hot for HD use. I chastise myself mentally for being caught and being lazy on that item.
A lesson learned; Do not bring this gun down for night duty.
* What if I did choose to exit and re-exit through some other means for reasons of best tactical efficiency and surprise. I was wearing stocking feet.
I need to keep an old pair of easy to slip into shoes or boots in my office for such contingencies.
Also toes break easy when stomped on in a fight.
* I totally did not think to grab my cell phone as along with my gun!
It was sitting right there on my desk. I should have pocketed it before heading out. What if I'd been injured and/or left for dead or we needed to barricade into a room?
Lesson learned.
* I was feeling good that most all of my motions, actions, and decisions on movement occurred as what to me felt natural and without internal conflict as in 'OMG what do I do now?'.
I had no real mental thought on the fly of feeling unsure of what to do. Choices came up and I made decisions as based on training prior and acquired knowledge including the night view layout of my house.
* My wife is very predictable.
Her actions though could and likely would prove to require from me precision shooting AND being able to remain calm as I do so....Without regard to what I might hear, see, or experience in the immediate moment.
* A shotgun at close range would be difficult to employ so as to counter OPFOR amongst the sleeping areas if/when they take hostages.
Cylinder choke is a no go. A full turkey type choke would be optimal so as to make precision shots against partially exposed OPFOR targets.
* Fluid movement with stealth is a necessity.
I made note of shadows and dark areas as I moved into and from them.
Our refrigerator is all black with a glass exterior cover. It looks like the 2001 Space Odyssey monolith in partial and low light.
I thought of it as such and used it for concealment and partial cover in real time.
Never before have I specifically trained at home to think of it as such. That observational thought in the immediate came from my sub-conscious. Interesting.
* Training is key.
I dry fire practice in and around (exterior) my home regularly using air gun/walk around, my kids squirt guns, and inside my real guns using Snap Caps.
This made me feel far more comfortable and _confident_. As well I have taken real and professional training of same toward house clearing using Simunitions. That too gave me great confidence.
BTW my hand it bled very badly. The wound is deep.
I got blood on my shirt and pant leg.
After consciously making the decision to block and ignore the pain I never felt it again until I sat back down in my office chair and noted my hand being bloody. Then it in an instant hurt like hell.
Interesting as well.
Well that's my story and reflection.
Thank goodness I didn't find myself in a position to have to shoot anybody.
I post this only to share a real world experience toward real and actual action as based on what I very much assumed and thought to have been a real and serious emergency.
With that as per forum norms in this area, please do feel free to run a post event analysis.
Contrary to some folks view there is no 'Monday Morning Quarterback' action going on in doing so. It is smart and wise to run a post even t review to _LEARN_ from the gaffes and errors ones self makes and that of others. It's learning by proxy.
A normal activity in business, law enforcement circles as related to training and officer survival as well as military action too.
Not to do so and learn from mistakes is flat out foolish.
- Janq
P.S. - This is not the first time I've heard bumps in the night around my home and suspected there might be a problem to which I've reacted.
This though was the first HIGH/RED alert type situation to occur as based on the sensory input I had available by sound alone.
Thus the reason for my first time post of same in this area.
Edit: Folks have been confused.
The entire effort as from start to finish with _return_ back down two stories to my office chair was "less than 3 minutes time". As in TOTAL time.
I did not take 3 minutes to get from start to my daughters room. Just to clarify.
