Editor, Gazette-Journal:

I remember how powerful I felt when I killed my first rabbit at the age of 13.

I remember the almost erotic feeling I had firing my Army M-14, blasting down silhouette targets from 200 meters away.

Heck, I even remember how secure I felt with an unregistered .45 caliber Colt pistol under the seat of my new GTO, when I reentered civilian life so long ago.

Now, I am an old man remembering looking into the glazed dead eyes of Viet Cong, Vietnamese and American soldiers.

I don’t hunt anymore.

I can’t remember when I took my rusty old 410 shotgun out of the closet, much less firing it.

Our country just suffered the 19th school shooting in the first two months of this year.

The. Nineteenth. In. Two. Months!

We love our guns, and the NRA loves us.

Our politicians love the NRA and gun manufacturers’ big donations.

“Guns don’t kill people. People kill people,” is a much-quoted mantra these days.

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