Friday, August 17, 2007

Reaction Gap

In a gunfight, if you aren't the agressor you are at a disadvantage that is defined by physics and neurology. Even if you are attuned to danger, ready for it, and not be-bopping around with your head up your ass, you have a serious problem when an aggressor decides to attack you. He's made up his mind, and initiated the action- pulled his gun, or knife, whatever, and is closing on you or engaging you and you have to:

A. Observe
B. Orient
C. Decide
D. Act

while you're under attack already. No matter how fast you are, you can't catch up to what's happening in time to control it. All you have left most times is one or two really shitty options. It helps if you have trained enough to be able to run on auto pilot, and it helps if you go around armed and twitchy.

But, still.


Yesterday I was supposed to do MP-5 training at the range, but the guys from the task force and the FBI were on an operation, so there was nobody to train. Luckily my little brother was there, so the two of us spent the day shooting. We had a good time, working on fundamentals. Shot a lot of steel plates and worked on smooth and fast presentations, lateral movement, failure drills, controlled pairs. My bro is an excellent firearms instructor, its a real passion of his. We are always trying out new shit, refining old stuff, working and working the techniques that we think will help us function in real-world engagements. We both do a lot of force-on-force training with Airsoft, which is using replica guns that function just like our duty weapons, but they shoot hard little bb's that sting like a motherfucker when they hit you. So we can test our tactics and see what works when someone is shooting back at you, trying to fuck up your ooda loop.

It is some fun, let me tell you.

You find out fast what works and what just looks pretty on the range.


Man, my daughter hates me right now. She's pretty sure I'm the cause of all of her unhappiness.

Why can't I just leave her alone?

It was a time when all she wanted was her daddy.


Thinking about that makes me sad.


It's easier to think about drawing from a concealed rig and putting two in the chest and one in the head at five yards in 1.5 seconds.


Hey, check out the link to Pixel Rust if you want. Daniel Kopton's got some good stuff over there. He did some little plastic army man shit that is right up my alley.

Also, I fixed Lineberger's link and also Richard's over to Aye, Wobot.



Blogger 21k said...

she'll come back to you w/ bells on and babies or just on her own

you love her and she knows it, that's what counts

i'm so glad to read you again

6:38 PM  
Blogger 21k said...

oh i meant to say

wouldn't the first line of action after being attacked be:

1. defend

6:39 PM  
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2:40 PM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

I deleted the above comment. It seemed to have a creepy subtext to me. If I'm imagining it, I'm sorry to the poster. If not, well then.

3:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, you've imagined the whole damn thing...
where'dja get them peepers anyway
bet they cost a pretty penny, huh.

I coincidentally met this couple from the dc/washinton area on a trip last week, middle -eastern I think, who'd just stayed in victoria at the marco polo.. perhaps they were government spies ... supposedly he'd been working on an iranian oral hx progect for the past 26 yrs at that dry skull and cross bones place..harvard i believe.. i don't know if the grant had run out or what, but he seemed a bit chapped about that ending. I was wondering about the beginning and his partner's burn english muffin still smoldering when he brought it to her at the table in the great room where we were sitting.

my fav part of that meeting a stranger was in departing-- she recited a passage from rumi she'd memorized... something to do with the jist in the middle..

...i was so dumb-
struck i forgot to rattle off my usual
god is nearer to you than yourself.

peace to you hair less man- i'll try not to sub-text again.

Yes, I'm definetly a creep. the creepy kind of a witch tree, a magnolia, and very age`d at that .. also gained a lot of weight the past year or so...

d`leet a way

you used to live on the big island didn't you? do you happen to have one of those vans with all the survallient stuff in it?


3:26 PM  

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