We hear it all the time...
Cracks of thunder that strike fear into children.
Not in the bedroom, but in a classroom, a movie theater,
A Mall, or an entire city block.
Then when it dissipates as quickly as it comes, we hear:
"Gun Control Now"
"Thoughts and Prayers Aren't Enough."
"Never Again."
"How Many More?"
But what about the millions who protect with guns, who prevent more shootings?
What about the one who saved many of those at the church in Texas with his own AR-15?
What about the single mother, fearful of her and her children's lives, who lives in the slums and would all that's possible to protect her kin?
What About Them?
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John-Andrew Zacharakis
I'm an aspiring filmmaker, actor, and writer who enjoys discussing geeky things, politics, and sharing my fictitious works.
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