Concealed Handgun License

My mom's uncle was killed in the First Baptist Church of Daingerfield in 1980 by a madman with an AR-15. That murderer, who was about to go to trial for incest, took the lives of 5 people, including a little girl. My mom's uncle was killed when he tried to rush the murderer. I never want to be in the position my uncle found himself in that day.

So, I have finally decided to get my concealed handgun license. I probably won't be able to take the course for a month or so, but it will get done before July. I've been putting it off for years because I was, frankly, too lazy to take the all-day course. I hate sitting in a room for that long on a Sunday. But it's the only way to do it around here.

Lots of people see no need for guns, but I don't have that luxury. I'm obligated to protect certain people, namely my family. I can't rely on others to do it for me, nor can I count on fate to keep bad things from happening. The Good Book says, "the Lord helps those who help themselves," and I plan on helping myself by having the means to protect my family wherever I go.

Lord, that sounds pompous. Anyway, I'm doing it,so it doesn't really matter why.

I figure at first I'll carry the Makarov.

It fires a 9X18 cartridge, but I'm of the opinion that 8 rounds of 9mm hollow points will take care of most problems. I may trade up for a more modern, non-Commie Bloc gun in the future. The things I like about the Mak is that it's small and it works. I've never had it misfire or a failure to eject. It also has a manual safety, which I prefer. Glocks and other handguns with passive safeties give me the willies. I'm sure they are perfectly safe, I just don't like 'em.