Knowing gun violence and not wanting to be a target, and now that I am responsible for these two kiddos, one of them isn’t even in school yet, so, he’s with me all the time. And so, I was like, okay, I need to go out and make sure my ship’s dialed in as far as my laser optics and whatnot on my piece. And so, I had been out in the garage, and kiddo was inside. He was watching SpongeBob in the front room. He’s content. He's got his Cheerios. And that’s when I go out and use, it’s called a laser bore sight, where it’s like a laser that goes in the barrel. And so, that points at where the impact would be, and then you can just dial in your laser optics underneath. So, I wanted to make sure I was on target. If we’re going to be walking around these places, you know, knowing my head space, that are free fire areas, with a kid, you know, I’ve got a number one job here. And so, when I went back in, the firearm that I have, it doesn’t have a hammer in back. It has a little like pin that comes out the back that tells you, “Hey, it’s charged.” You can pull the trigger and the hammer is going to go, and there is a little pin on top that tells you that you’ve got something in the barrel. And those are independent of each other.
Regardless, I had this holster pretty far back and I just wanted to make sure that it wasn’t, you know, charged or anything. So, I went back, and I felt that both pins were up. And I thought to myself, “I haven’t had any live rounds out today. I’m just going to, you know, drop the hammer in the holster.” And sure enough, I had a live round in there. And it pretty much vaporized about three quarters of a cup of my right ass cheek. Yeah. Yeah, it was impressive. And I remember, you know, having seen, you know, gun injuries for years, I reached back, and I’m stunned as hell, obviously. I reach back and I look at my hand, and it looked like it was motor oil. And so, I’m like in this completely stunned state, now wondering what the hell just happened. And kid comes running around the corner. And he calls me Foff. “Foff, Foff, what happened?” And I just, “Big bang in the microwave and you know, go watch SpongeBob, it’s okay.” You know, trying to hold the pain in for the second at least what I thought was going to be pain, more shock. And he’s content with that. He runs back out to watch TV.
And at this point, I start getting lightheaded. And so, I take a knee and I’m like, “All right, you know, you’re bleeding out. This kid cannot find you like that. You need to soldier the fuck up.” And that’s when I stood up, dropped trou to assess the wound and like it was just millimeter speckles of red and yellow in the crotch of my jeans, meat and fat. And so, I’m like, “Okay, that’s bad.” And I look back and yeah, I mean, it was like a cross section out of an anatomy book. Like, you could easily see your dermal layers. It was, it was pretty amazing. But then I suddenly went into medic mode and I’m like, “Okay, I’m not bleeding. I’m bouncing on my foot. I’ve got neuromotor intact. I’m going to put some gauze in it and get an ace wrap and call the wife and say, ‘Hey, something’s happened.’” And from then, it was kind of fine. Not so funny. Yeah, it was, in retrospect it was.
I said, “I’m gonna drive on up.” She says, “No, you call Ken.” And Ken is an old buddy of mine. He was a platoon sergeant when I was in the Guards years prior, and lives kind of in the neighborhood. She said, “Call him, get him to drive.” All right. So, I call him. He comes over. “Let me see. Wow, oh my god, that’s amazing.” It’s, you know, again, we’ve got kind of a perverse sense of humor given backgrounds. And so, we pile in the car. And she calls, or she calls right as we are leaving. “I’ve got coverage. Come get me.” I said, “Okay.” So, go over there, scoop her, and as we pull up to Emmanuel, I am getting out of the car, I’m opening the door like I do, and she’s looking me up and down like, “Sure, you hurt yourself.” Because it’s completely numb. There was no pain to this. I think it was just the proximity of the blast that caused that to happen.
And I ended up spending a week on the floor there. I had two damage resection surgeries and got lectured by every trauma doctor that was on duty about the dangers of firearms and ya ya ya. “You are all military physicians. You’ve all carried. Shut up and thanks for the lecture. This was complacency in action and if you don’t think I get it by now, I don’t need the, I don’t need the jam up.” But I appreciated, you know, where they were coming from, too. Doing due diligence and what not. I was a dumbass and I’m a hell of a lot more careful. That’s how it’s changed my behavior.