I used to hunt people.
They were violent men who were trying to kill other people. Sometimes it was the innocent they were after. Other times it was the less innocent—my friends and teammates.
My job was to find them and stop them. And to aid others in killing them if necessary. Continue reading
I try not to write about gun violence. The gun violence won’t let me though.
In the three years I’ve hosted this blog, I’ve written 200 essays, give or take. 11 of them have been in the wake of mass shootings so sensationally horrific that writing about anything else would have been inappropriate.
Here’s number 12. Continue reading
I’ve done the work on guns. I own one. I’ve fired just about every kind. I’ve packed them up in containers and hauled them around the world and spent hours lining them up and taking inventory and maintaining them. I even spent about six months walking around in a foreign country with a Sig Saur P226 strapped to me under my shirt. Continue reading
Chartwell West 