There is no sense for me here to promote a reasonable dialog on gun control. It won’t happen, it never does. Our elected officials have morphed into a pandering class of cowards, especially on this issue.
There was a 19-year-old Puerto Rican in my squad in Vietnam who died horribly in an ambush. He is on my mind today because, while driving and listening to the radio, the host was reading a partial list of names of those who died in Orlando. One name was identical to my buddy’s . . . and it all came back. Angel was 19. He lay dead on the ground, his body riddled with bullets from an assault weapon. Why?
Parse the words. Assault is a combat term, meaning “us” against the “enemy.” Weapon is a person-to-person term. Hunters and target shooters don’t refer to their pieces as “weapons.” They use their rifles and guns to shoot game or paper targets. Weapons are reserved for homicide. Assault weapons are used to kill the enemy. I see the flashes, I hear the bangs and the screams, I smell the powder.
A demented individual travels to a club with his weapons and opens fire on an enemy that does not know it is at war.
Rest in peace, Angel.