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Janet Kuypers 3/2/19 (written on Texas Independence Day) Once I got to the gun range today, I saw that the rifle range was closed and learned that a real estate company is considering buying the land just past the range, so they got an injunction — a court order — to stop the gun range firing guns toward the extended land. I’m not sure if they actually found any expended bullets or casings out there, and as far as I know no one has bought that land yet, so now they just sit and wait. The way the Republic of Texas waited nine years to be a part of the United States of America, after claiming their independence on March 2nd, which happens to also be the birthday of Sam Houston, who led Texans to victory over Mexico in the battle of San Jacinto... which may be a reason these Texans here seem to have a stronger attachment to their guns than a lot of other states. Because they know too well from their own history how vital it was to embrace these firearms to preserve their lives. That may be something other states in this union have forgotten; we can turn a blind eye to violence and think it will never touch us, when it probably is lurking just around the corner and no one knows it. # As I sit here in one of the bays at this gun range now, I now wear protective eye glasses and ear mufflers — ear gear with enough force to protect my ears and enough pressure to crush my skull. Watching the smoke from every shot rise from the gun in front of me, I can still hear the 9-mil pistol and rifle shots fired in our bay, and the AR-15 shots fired in the bay next door. Each trigger pull releases a thunderous boom, and it almost reminds me of fireworks here on Texas Independence Day. The noise is something that seems so strong, but really, like fireworks, it’s only something that reminds me of celebration — and celebrating. |
