https://tribunist.com/news/teenager-accidentally-kills-marine-after-shooting-at-road-sign/
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Teenager Accidentally Kills Marine After Shooting at Road Sign"
"A teenage boy, shooting a pistol at a road sign, ended up killing a retired Marine who was sitting on the front porch of his house."
Yeah, with MORE GUNS this event wouldn't have happened because the person who shot the sign, and then killed the retired Marine, would ALREADY BE DEAD.
More guns.
Morning.
Never need a gun until you need a gun. Then, my friend so much better it is to have one-—or ninety.
This kid I grew up with who was named after a Greek mythological beast? I used to ride over to his house back when we were in the 7th grade around the mid-80's. We were into Megadeth, Metallica, Metal Church, Iron Maiden, etc. He was a troubled sort. He had been on a boating trip out on the Susquehannock River with his father, a Federal Judge and his older brother. Their boat capsized in heavy current near a dam. The father managed to throw the youngest son, my friend, back up onto the bottom of the boat. So he lived, having first had to watch his older brother and father drown.
Long story short, his mother remarried a Vietnam Vet who stored some goodies in an old Army footlocker in their barn. Among said goodies was an M16A1 select fire, fully automatic rifle, and a .45 semi-auto pistol. Well, the stepdad left the mom one day, and he also left behind said footlocker, which my friend directly broke into. From that time on, me and my friend and some other kids from school would target practice with the M16 and the .45.
So one day I ride my dirt bike over to his house—his mother was hardly ever home and they lived on a multi-hundred acre farm in a massive "two wing" brick gothic farmhouse almost like a Tudor house, but not quite. Anyway, soon as I get there, I see my friend laying down on the edge of a field in front of his house with the M16, shooting away at something in the distance—maybe a groundhog? Turns out to be the mail truck which is parked in front of a mailbox over four hundred yards away.
He was a troubled kid who before I ended our friendship, "accidentally" grazed me in the temple with a .22 bullet. Needless to say, the day of the mail truck incident (no cell phones back then), I excused myself, went home and told my father about what happened, who immediately went to one of our town's only two cops, a best friend of his from high school, who then rode me out to my friend's farm and it was all settled. The "adult" weapons were confiscated, and no one was hurt. Seems my buddy missed the mail truck (and the mail man) because, he claimed, he was aiming for a distant neighbor's Angus cow like six or seven hundred yards away, well over the mail truck's roof.