|Peace on Earth. Good Will to Men|
|Oh, Tidings of Comfort and Joy|
|Under your tree a real gun|
|The Family That Shoots Together|
|She knows what guns are for|
“Talk to your parents about how much you like shooting. Who knows? Maybe you’ll find a Bushmaster AR-15 under your tree some frosty Christmas morning!”
--Advertisement in Junior Shooters magazine
You cannot make this stuff up. Mad Dog could not find the actual image of the ad in Junior Shooters, to his great regret. He is sure it looks all Norman Rockwell and the kid in it, whoever it is, has freckles. And a cow lick. And a smile which could throw a light bright enough to illuminate the road from Hampton Beach to Osh Kosh.
The Road Kill T shirt thing has Mad Dog a little confused. Why this would be in a gun magazine is not clear. And the girl looks happy, positively ecstatic even, to be wearing her Road Kill T shirt. Does she want some man with a gun to make her road kill? There is some psycho dynamic operating here, and Mad Dog knows he is missing it. Someone help Mad Dog here.
Mad Dog loved Kayla Williams's book, and its title. Ms. Williams was in the Army, forward deployed, carried a gun all the time, and knew how to use it and knew what it could do, and would not want to find one under her Christmas tree, Mad Dog would bet. When you first put on your white uniform or your scrubs in medical school, it's something of a rush. That lasts until you get vomited on, defecated on, urinated on, and soaked with spraying blood. Then you cannot get out of that stuff fast enough. It acquires a different meaning, when reality sets in.
Mad Dog suspects carrying a gun in Iraq was something like that.
An AR-15 under the tree, celebrating the birthday of the Prince of Peace.
Only in America.