What a word that is. I soft peddles assault, kind of like pedophile does the same for child rapists.
I got assaulted Monday night, August 27.
I was on what is usually a routine walk. It was a route I oftenb take, but at varied times. Even late at night there has been no trouble. Til now.
So it's time for a warts and all narrative.
About 11pm, i was walking back home, having completed half the hike. It was quiet and I thought I was in condition yellow. I'd heard dogs barking in the alley behind the parkway and figured someone was rummaging, probably looking for a crime of opportunity. I became the opportunity -s-.
I passed a certain street out of a dark spot, where I was very aware. What happened, simply, is that I dropped my guard. I rounded a curve into well lit street. I heard mumbling behind me and looked. There I saw the lowlifes, three of them.
As I turned to flee, I said I thought you guys were gonna jump me. The 'leader' said 'yeah you ugly white motherf****r.'
I needed to put distance between us but slipped in the wet grass and mud. Thats' when the little shitems got me.
I defended best I could and sustained some punches to the face, which were attempts to disorient me. As I resisted on my knees, I failed to retireve my Glock 23, in a fannypack. They ended up grabbing the pack and after a brief tug of war, ran with it.
I went to a nearby home where the lady called the cops as I called my son. I advised him to stay there with his guns, to defend if the the little bitches decided to visit.
The cops and EMTs came. Checked out photographed and questioned.
These mokes were pulling this crap and the cops were one step behind them. Til that night.
The idiots assaulted someone else a bit away and the cops nabbed them, their car and my gun and mags.
I'll get the Glock back after a few weeks. There will be no stonewalling as they have proof it's mine and my lawyer is on retainer for whatever I need. Also I know how cops think and I've known some of them for decades. Also, The way I comported myself had a lot to do with it. I wasn't panicked, I was concise and know how to talk. Should I have gotten my lawyer there that night? I decided not.
Now, the lessons learned.
I was fortunate. The scumbags didn't kill me. They didn't know what they got til they ran away. In this case, the cops were spurred to quick action. The angels had smiled on me.
I should have been more aware. Too much relying on old rhetoric such as 'stay in condition yellow', when I was saying words and letting my mind wander.
I should have had my backup gun and small fighting knife on my person. No more fanny packs. I will use retention moves that I will practice every day, moves I was allowing to lie fallow. Words are not enough.
If attacked I will stop the threat up to and including killing my assailants. My life is more valuable than street scum.
I will follow through. I've spoken of a gentleman whose intentions were good. He carried and sought to rescue a waitress who was being beaten and robbed. The moke stopped when the man produced his weapon and bade him stop. he turned and shot the would be Samaritan, killing him. The manm thought probably the bastard would stop by just the mere presence of a gun. As with words, that isn't enough. You have to be willing.
The good news is my threshold for pain is still high. I will not live in fear nor give into it and my attitude is aggressive concerning these parasites who don't care as long as they steal, what happens to anyone but themselves. These stains have no power over me. They will not control where I go nor how I live. I will not look for trouble but I will do what I must in the midst of it.
And no, my preparedness is not the scum making me live a certain way. Self defense is a way of life. It is not a fear reaction. It is a call to arms.
Life can be quick and violent. Closing the distance happens in a flash. Be prepared to inflict pain and to withstand it.
This was a wakeup call.
I woke up.
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