In that moment I also developed a raging and violent hate for home intruders. The next one who tries any of that stuff in my home is getting put in a coffin.
ADR:
I attended SSET (Shipboard Security Engagement Tactics) while in the Navy. This is gunplay in the extremely cramped confines of US Navy ships.
I shot the hostage in the throat with a paintball.
[Kev308];6294099 said:If I didn't have young ones....I need to invest in a better safe for sure.
We have an appt tomorrow. He's 7yo and I think it may be from medication he's on for an ear infection.
You and me both.
I awoke at 2am one morning to find a .40 caliber handgun in my face. The guy tied me up, put a bag over my head. He pressed the gun to the back of my skull for an eternity before changing his mind and letting me live.
He attempted to rape my wife, right next to me in bed. She shrieked repeatedly, he lost his nerve, piston whipped her and ran out. I gave chase with my hands bound but he was long gone.
He was a white male with a bandana over his face. Cops never caught him. We lived in a fairly nice apartment complex. This guy assaulted a couple of other women home alone in the complex in broad daylight and was still never caught.
I vowed that anyone that enters my home uninvited is dead. Male or female, stealing my TV or stealing a loaf of bread to feed their starving family, it matters not. They're dead.
I hide a Claymore under the welcome mat. Nobody's gotten past the door.
Dang, either that claymore has done a good job of rearming itself or I misunderstood your meaning and you have a pretty magical sword out front.
[Kev308];6294080 said:How prepared are you actually for a home invasion? Last night I had a scenario where the cold hard facts slapped me in the face. My wife and kids were asleep, I had just laid my head down for a few minutes and I was already in la la land. Suddenly I hear the front door shaking violently. "WTF is that!?" I sit up in my bed for a second and the sound continues and I think, "f&%k this is the real deal! I need my glasses!" I grab my glasses. "Which gun do I grab? What if it's one of the kids? Damnit the guns are locked up and it's dark!" So my instinct was to run towards the noise unarmed like a berserker and either football tackle someone or confirm it was a break in and retreat and unlock my safe.
It ended up being my dog having a seizure in his crate in the living room. I figured it out halfway when running into the room cuz he had had one a week ago and at the time I wondered what it would sound like if he had one while in his crate.
I give my performance a 3/10. One for actually finding my glasses and two for not being a total chicken shit.
WOW thanks for sharing, after reading these posts I see we have to do some fine tuning around our home
ADR:
I attended SSET (Shipboard Security Engagement Tactics) while in the Navy. This is gunplay in the extremely cramped confines of US Navy ships.
I shot the hostage in the throat with a paintball.
Yes and they learned the tactics from the USCG as we have been boarding ships for custom checks and drugs for many years.
We were teaching the Navy when we were on attached LED teams. When the LED teams where going on a boarding the Navy ship would hoist the USCG Eunson. Then the Navy ship would not fall under the Posse Comitatus Act. This prevented an act of war, while boarding foreign flagged ships by the US Navy.
I plan so they go to my neighbor's house before mine because of the difference in defense setups. I have led lights under all window on overnight. Three inch screws in all hinges and locks. Double hung window with lots of grids ( hard to get through and make lots of noise). Door kit to put bolt through the slider so it can be lifted off the rail. Emergency cord taken off the electric garage door opener. Dog alarm and an internally suppressed 9MM AR pistol with a considerable amount of ammo in large containers that fit in the AR. Security signs that say we have cameras and alarms at the road and at every door. My neighbor came over and said I must be really afraid to have all this done. I told him I wasn't afraid but what that criminals are naturally lazy and they will come in his house before they hit mine. He has a security company come out the next week.
DAMN that is scary SPD. I don't blame you one bit for how you feel now.So, I posted before in this thread but I'll tell my personal home invasion story. It's actually what prompted my interest in firearms. Prior to this I had not ever shot, nor even seen a gun that wasn't being worn by a police officer.
It was 2009 and I was living in Catonsville just outside of UMBC while attending college. I was living in a very inexpensive development (that unbeknownst to me was predominantly section 8) with a roommate, and my girlfriend and her roommates lived about 100 feet across a common area.
My girlfriend and I were on our way home from dinner, I parked the car and she said she was going to grab a shower at her place and be over in 20 or so minutes. So we each walk to our respective houses and I shut my door and locked it. About 15 minutes later I get a knock on the door. I open the door to two very large highschool age boys that immediately start trying to sell me new windows. I explain that this is a rental and begin shutting the door, when the barrel end of a handgun gets shoved between the door jam, and the second kid backs up and pummels the door open.
They quickly enter and hold me at gun point, verbally and physically threatening me in a way that still gives me nightmares. They tie me up with rope they had and start asking where I keep my money/valuables.
Thankfully I had about $300 in cash and a few random electronics to give them. After beating me up pretty good and taking a good pistol whip to the face, they were on their way. My GF came over not 3 minutes after that with not a single clue as to what just happened. I am most thankful of all that she did not come over while this was occurring.
Even after filing a police report, I do not think they ever caught the kids.
I believe they were sitting in their car in the parking lot and casing houses. My neighbor was convinced that I was targeted for being white, but who knows. In that development I probably did look like an easy/worthwhile target.
I was 20 years old when this happened. I have genuinely never feared for my life as much as I did in those moments. The kid with the gun to my head kept repeating "we are going to kill you (racial expletive) just for fun". They very next day I went out and bought myself a Mossberg 500 (not old enough to buy a pistol), but quickly realized I had no idea how to use it and had no friends that really knew either. So there began my quest into firearms, shooting, and taking self defense in the home much more seriously.
I have no doubt that I have moderate PTSD from those events. I am mentally unable to leave my front door open like my neighbors do, even though I live in one of the safest neighborhoods in town, I check every lock in my house before bed and before I leave, my alarm is on essentially all of the time, I've got front and back cameras, and I NEVER answer the door to unexpected arrivals.
In that moment I also developed a raging and violent hate for home intruders. The next one who tries any of that stuff in my home is getting put in a coffin.