It’s the middle of the night …or broad daylight.
Three masked thugs armed with guns burst through your door.
MAYBE you get lucky and remember to grab your cellular phone as you make it to a hiding place where you dial 9-1-1. Maybe the marauders don’t hear you making the call. Maybe you manage to get the police dispatched. The nearest officer on patrol might be 10 minutes away.
Maybe you’re dead if you wait.
You are not a trained sniper who spent 10 years negotiating wartime scenarios, nor do you have time to aim your Glock with pixel accuracy.
Instinct takes over. You release the safety and rack the rifle in Tony Montana-style, then blast the intruders with shrapnel to the gut and the knees, enough to disable them, so they cannot come for you or your family.
The ambulance hauls them off with the police in tow to slap the cuffs on as soon as they’re situated in their hospital beds.
You and your family are safe.