The constant question is.. aren't you glad to go home?
Define home.. If it's somewhere I'm safe, and I know the expectations and possibilities, then the answer is, Oberpfallz, Germany.
If it's where I came from, and I know to expect danger, have saved money for a sawed-off 12-gauge loaded with buckshot handy.
If concealed carry is legal, I will train for it and do so. I have a good teacher.
When I came over here, I gave up all my firearms.
It was hard. But when I realized how ridiculously safe I was, I let it go. We have a door intercom, and my German is good enough to ask the right questions.
I don't look forward, to having to carry again. I loved my 357.. but it's too big to really carry. Even with a 4-inch barrel. Ah, my beautiful Ruger Safety Six with nickel finish and Pachmeyer grips..
Meanwhile... up to this time.. we've never had to think about it.
Think about that.
It will get worse, before it gets better.
Do you feel lucky, punk?
Would you pay more tax, to not have to test your luck in gunpowder?