Y'know, my dad was a quiet, thoughtful, patient man with a penchant for Shakespeare, Dickens, and Gilbert & Sullivan.
He sang tenor to my mom's alto, and for years they played and sang on weekends at little hole-in-the-wall restaurants around the Hangtown area of northern California.
He was the very picture of self-sufficiency, studying whatever books and manuals he had to in order to fix the car, re-run the plumbing, or re-wire the electrical. He taught himself farming, animal husbandry, and gardening. He learned camping the hard way, and we learned right along with him.
Dad was old school.
However, after leaving the army, he never again owned or handled a firearm.
I never knew that he had a preference in rifles, or that he had qualified with the 1911, the Garand, the M1 Carbine, and the 1941 Johnson (the Johnson was his favorite), until a couple of years before he passed on at the age of 91 1/2 last year.
However . . .
When I was young, I had a sheer, screaming terror of wasps. Yeah, there's a story -- more than one, actually -- but let's just say it's pretty much my only phobia. It's an act of sheer will to keep my cool around them.
When I was about 15, my dad got stung by a wasp. He just stood there and crushed it on his arm. Didn't yell. Didn't flail about (that was my specialty). Didn't swear. He just slapped it flat and flicked it off his arm.
Me: "Didn't that hurt?"
Dad: "Yeah, but he came out second best."
Me: "Huh?"
Dad: "Well, he stang, and I squashed."
Me: "I don't get it."
Dad: "I'm still here, the wasp is not, and it won't get another chance to do that."
Very matter-of-fact. Completely dispassionate. I was a little slow on the uptake. To be fair, though, I was pretty dosed up on adrenaline.
As I look back on my life with him, and assess how he dealt with things like that, it occurs to me that under similar circumstances, with a break-in, and armed with any sort of gun, his response would be pretty much that same thing.
"I'm still here, he's not, and he won't get another chance to do that."
And he would have had no trouble sleeping.
It would just be something he had to do.
Tuner's right.
Don't mess with the old guys.