Then John realized he'd better buy a pistol and carry it because his neighbor was robbed, beaten, raped and brutalized, and the police did not come in time for anything but the report.
So he went to the local gunstore and allowed the over-sized cigar smoking salesman to patronize him into buying a double action only Smith and Wesson because it had several safeties and a real heavy and long trigger pull. "It was great for a mediocrity-seeking civilian like John", announced the salesman as he wiped doughnut juice on his Police Revolver Club t-shirt.
John asked about the Glocks and M&Ps, and that SIG with the Red Dot on it that looked so modern and cool. "Oh no...those are for professionals son....you are a civilian...you don't need anything like that".
So John went on with his life doing his best to avoid bad things, bad places and bad people. But one day, as much as he tried, trouble came to him. He found himself at church when some crazy wild eyed bearded guy decided today was his jihad day and began shooting people as he yelled "Allah Akbar!". The congregation was also full of mediocrity seekers and those that did not get shot outright, ran away like properly conditioned civilians should.
But John was torn about running with the rest of the herd, or fighting. He knew that he needed to do something, but that "something" was nothing he had any skill for. Still, he drew his pistol and tried to aim it but it felt strange in his hands....after all civilians did not need to train like Delta Force so John spent his free time playing tennis, and catching butterflies with his wife instead. Speakimng of his wife, at that moment a round from the terrorist caught his frozen wife in the face and dropped her...as he turned to see her fall three rounds hit him in the chest, two piercing his heart.....and the last thought that he had before he lapsed into blissfully unconscious death was,
"......but I am just a civilian".
You played games where you were the hero....YOU killed the freaking dragon! YOU saved the maiden! YOU saved the day. Your games, like all normal little boys weree filled with storming castles, sinking ships, and blowing up enemy planes.
So what happened to you? You became.....socialized and civilized. You became...domesticated because you thought that was what you were supposed to become.
NO I SAY!!!
Become the warrior your heritage calls you to be - whether your profession is an accountant or a dentist or a teacher...or a gunfighter. A man is a warrior because he says he is, and he lives it everyday.
Be the warrior in your heart. Live as a warrior. Watch how your life changes!