MSG Laigaie
Campaign Veteran
I had some people over the house tonight and someone had lost an important envelope. About 2310 hrs I went out front to search the area.
I came out of my front door and saw a young man, mid twenties, 5'10", 185lbs, slight build. He was wearing a black doo rag, black shirt, black knee length shorts, and black shoes. I ignored him as this was, after all, a public road and crossed the street to start my search. I seemed to have surprised him and he asked if I had come out "for him". I replied no, and went about my business as he walked away. I found nothing so I moved to my back yard. Again finding nothing I moved back out front again.
It is now 2330. I walked down the street with a flash light, searching each side until I reached the end, about fifty meters. I started back to my house and then heard a voice taunting me from the dark. Something about looking for him, wanting a piece of him, some unintelligible things. I ignored it a move closer to home.
Now I hear shoes on gravel and I turn. He stops still in the dark, but taunting. I turned to home again. This is where I hear shoes running on tarmac.
I turned and yelled "Back off...I have a firearm and I will shoot you...Back Off!!He stopped and did a little dance as though he did not believe me. It was dark and the weapon is grey. He put his right hand in his pocket and then began to charge me. I drew my weapon and yelled again, "Stop, get your hands out of your pocket". He stopped ( at about twenty feet )and put his hands up and I yelled again, "Get your hands up and face away from me...do it now face away from me". He did as ordered and I yelled again, "Walk away..walk away ..keep your hands up and walk away". He did so and danced away. When he was on the next street I holstered my weapon and headed the last two hundred feet to my door. As I was walking I could hear him through the trees taunting me still.
I got to the house, ducked in and grabbed a phone an back out but he was gone. 911, and a vehicle area search came up with nada.
This is the first time I have drawn my weapon in a very, very long time. He was at twenty feet. I appear old, disabled, a textbook version of a victim. I am glad he decided to "pass on me" and move on. Your thoughts?
I came out of my front door and saw a young man, mid twenties, 5'10", 185lbs, slight build. He was wearing a black doo rag, black shirt, black knee length shorts, and black shoes. I ignored him as this was, after all, a public road and crossed the street to start my search. I seemed to have surprised him and he asked if I had come out "for him". I replied no, and went about my business as he walked away. I found nothing so I moved to my back yard. Again finding nothing I moved back out front again.
It is now 2330. I walked down the street with a flash light, searching each side until I reached the end, about fifty meters. I started back to my house and then heard a voice taunting me from the dark. Something about looking for him, wanting a piece of him, some unintelligible things. I ignored it a move closer to home.
Now I hear shoes on gravel and I turn. He stops still in the dark, but taunting. I turned to home again. This is where I hear shoes running on tarmac.
I turned and yelled "Back off...I have a firearm and I will shoot you...Back Off!!He stopped and did a little dance as though he did not believe me. It was dark and the weapon is grey. He put his right hand in his pocket and then began to charge me. I drew my weapon and yelled again, "Stop, get your hands out of your pocket". He stopped ( at about twenty feet )and put his hands up and I yelled again, "Get your hands up and face away from me...do it now face away from me". He did as ordered and I yelled again, "Walk away..walk away ..keep your hands up and walk away". He did so and danced away. When he was on the next street I holstered my weapon and headed the last two hundred feet to my door. As I was walking I could hear him through the trees taunting me still.
I got to the house, ducked in and grabbed a phone an back out but he was gone. 911, and a vehicle area search came up with nada.
This is the first time I have drawn my weapon in a very, very long time. He was at twenty feet. I appear old, disabled, a textbook version of a victim. I am glad he decided to "pass on me" and move on. Your thoughts?
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