I've spoken of this elsewhere on this forum. I'm not necessarily proud of it, but I'm still here.
Some years ago, my smokin' hot Puerto Rican girlfriend and I were confronted by three armed thugs in Jacksonville, Florida. It wasn't the best neighborhood, but I only learned that in retrospect.
One of the thugs had a tire iron, one had a bat and the third had what looked to be something like this landscaping tool:
I was armed with my Kimber Micro 9, which was in a holster on my right hip. As they approached, I drew my weapon. When it became clear that they were undeterred, I fired four shots. One round hit the guy with the bat in the stomach. Two rounds hit the guy with the implement pictured above; one round in the stomach and one in the chest. He did not survive. The guy with the bat did. He was taken to a hospital, where he was treated for the gunshot wound and then arrested. He went on trial four months later and was sentenced to 17 years in prison.
The guy with the tire iron turned and ran as soon as he saw the gun. If he was ever caught I don't know about it.
I was detained and interviewed by the police. They confiscated my gun until the District Attorney decided that charging me with anything wouldn't be appropriate.
Not a d a day goes by that I don't think about that and, while it's unfortunate that it happened, I don't regret what I did; not even for a second...