I realized how easy it is to be willing to murder something beautiful because you believe you are protecting something else.
For every outraged indigence about "trampling" on the second amendment, with every word and breath, I am that young woman again, sitting in her truck in a parking lot, alone except for a 911 operator.
My dad was a marine in a war that used assault weapons. An assault weapon is what tore his face apart and killed the rest of his squad in a matter of minutes. No civilian needs one.