Take My Guns, Please

“I shouldn’t have been able to walk into any of the dozens of gun shops near Fort Campbell, Kentucky (where I was stationed) and hand over a copy of my orders and $500 and within minutes, walk out with my choice of handgun, shotgun or long rifle.”

Someone speaking some sense. Finally.

V e t P o l i t i c s

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By Jay Kirell

By all measure, I’m the type of person who would not be questioned when purchasing a firearm in America.

I’m white.

I’m male.

I’m educated.

I’m an honorably discharged military veteran.

Anyone looking at me in my normal casual attire – Old Navy shirts and jeans – would assume I’m just like anyone else interested in firearms.  Maybe I want to own a gun to keep my shooting skills sharp.  Maybe I want something for home protection.  Maybe I just want to own a gun just to own a gun and don’t feel the need to provide a further explanation.

Nothing about my outward appearance would send up a red flag.  Likewise, nothing in my background would send a warning to anyone trying to sell me a firearm.

And that’s the problem.  Because I shouldn’t, by any reasonable measure, own a firearm.

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