re: ever had a gun pointed at you by a stranger?

Yeah, some drunk a-hole tried to fight me over a girl I didn’t even want or care about. She had my keys. Rushed me so I put him on the ground and made him eat the pavement. Told him I didn’t want trouble and let him up. He went back in the bar and came out with a .45 stuck in my face.

I slowly backed up, with my hands up, and said “frick this, i’m out, you win.”

Backed away until he went back inside and then called a friend to come and get me.

Scary as shite in hindsight but I think I handled it ok.

Four times in civilian life. Three were at least partly my fault. One was as one of the victims of a random violent crime.

yes, for being in New Orleans

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I honestly just stared at him and he eventually put the gun down and drove away.

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This was similar to my reaction. I guess I was just really tired. I don't know. But when he pulled it from under his dash and pointed it at me, without thinking, I gave him one of these



He stared at me, gun pointed for about 3 seconds, then put it down and drove off. I drove up, got me and my kids food and went on home with a pretty steady heart rate. Not how I expected that kind of situation to go down.

Yeah, I got out my car without being ordered to do so. (Because up to that point all police made me get it right away)

Another time, I was in a house that was illegally entered by undercover agents.

Another time, I mouthed off to the wrong guy.





I've never had someone not wearing a badge point a gun at me.

Had a drunk guy grab his rifle out of his truck and wave it around at several of us. He had hit a girl and a mob had gathered around him. I was more or less a spectator, but the barrel found itself pointed at me as well. The dude fired a round into the sky, got in his truck, and hauled arse. The cops pulled him over a couple of miles down the road and popped him with a DWI. Good times

Most recently, as a soldier many moons ago, but I was trained and armed properly to address those incidents.

The first time is when I was a 15 or 16 year old bag boy at the Albertsons on Florida/ Sherwood Forest. I was gathering carts from the west parking lot when I saw an old white man pointing a .38 with the hammer back on a 40ish black man who didn't seem to be doing anything wrong and looked sincerely scared for his life. I stood in front of the gun and begged the wild eyed old bastard to put the gun down, he complied. I don't know what preceded that incident, but that was a fricking stupid move on my part. At the time I felt like I was doing the right thing, and in retrospect, it may have saved that man's life. The black man quietly left in his car, so I don't think it was a robbery attempt. It was probably an argument that escalated too quickly. I probably saved that old man from dying in Angola. The old man drove away shortly after. I was left to ponder the worthiness of my $4.25/hr wage (minimum wage in 1994 or 95 when this happened.)

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I was drunk and pissed on the side of a store. The owner drew his gun and told me to leave. I laughed and told him to go frick himself.

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You forgot to add after you quickly walked away and apologized, then you said that.

this thread makes me miss SS

Not by a stranger.