In 1970, due to the wisdom of my elders, I was drafted into the Army and assigned an M-16 assault rifle.
In time I earned an Expert's badge, but not before being made to low-crawl on my hands and bloody knees over gravel because I did not respect the lethality of this deadly device, having squeezed a single round down range, but out of order. It is a lesson I have not forgotten, and now I’m still stunned that some screwed up kid can just buy a similar weapon at will over the counter.
Thoughts and prayers? C’mon.
