[Basenshukai]

While a kid growing up in Brooklyn, NY, during the crack cocaine epidemic of the late 80's to early 90's I saw an undercover police officer walk his last three or four steps before he fell, face down, due to a gunshot wound to the torso. It was not uncommon to see the occassional chalk marks on the street corners on my way to take the subway to school. Just driving into Fort Bragg, almost every day, I hear about a shooting, or other act of violence occur right in this area.

If I ever loose a loved one due to an act of violence and I was present and all six of my guns were safely locked in my gun safe at home, I'll never be able to live with myself.