LET’S ROLL. PERIOD.
I’m certainly not the first person to say this, but I for damn sure don’t want to be the only person thinking it.
If you’re an average schlub like me, not a police officer or a soldier or a reservist, just a regular ol’ unarmed John Q. Citizen
And you’re on a plane or at work or at school or watching a marathon or at a concert or even at a nightclub
And all of the sudden you find yourself in a life or death situation where some deranged lunatic enters the place intent on murdering every person in the room with you
Whether they are a madman or a terrorist or a teenager off their meds
And whether they have an airplane, an automobile, an assault rifle, a handgun, a pressure cooker bomb, an explosive vest, or even a box cutter
In that moment you need to know that there is no law, no government, no background check, no gun-free zone, and no added layer of security that’s going to save you. Not in that moment. It’s too late.
In that moment it’s up to you. It’s up to YOU to rise up and go full Todd Beamer shouting “Let’s Roll” with more ferocity and determination than that godforsaken piece of filth standing in front of you. You bolt straight at that murdering coward praying that everyone in the room bum rushes them, too. You either die making sure someone else doesn’t or you and everyone in the room pulverize that sick son of a bitch to dust.
That’s all you need to do. And God forbid if any of us find ourselves in that situation “sheltering in place,” shivering and screaming for help. You fight with your last breath to keep that killer from killing anyone else.
I don’t want to see the face of another Atta, Klebold, Holmes, Lanza, or Mateen ever again.
Just Beamers. Nothing but Todd Beamers.