Overseas, I carried a revolver for around eight years. I bought it for self-defence, for the protection of my family and myself.
I always remember the advice given by the captain on the gun rage where i learned to shoot. He said ‘always aim for the body mass, between the shoulders and the hips. Aim to kill, not to wound, because if the bastard gets up again, he’s gonna’ come again; so finish it the first time!’
I used my revolver three times, once to kill a large, aggressive dog, and twice at human beings. One was coming for me with a knife; but I fired to scare him. A senior police major crapped all over me, and threatened to take my license away. He said, ‘We gave you permission to have and use that gun, but you failed to stop a criminal. He’s alive to rob and maybe kill again!’ The second time I fired was against a clown who was trying to break in to my flat. I fired as he vaulted the back fence; but might have clipped him as there was blood on the drive of the flats at our back. The sergeant was most understanding, as he gave me instructions on how to lead your aim on a moving target, so as to allow for the advance of the target.
As I said, if I could, I’d join tomorrow!