I'm proud to announce that the Academy of Tactical Training & Security, LLC finally received it's long-awaited course approval letter from the NRA's Law Enforcement Division (LED) for our new ATTS Two-day Tactical Shotgun course. ATTS is now in the process of securing ranges to host this exciting new course offering for our students.
Since most firearm confrontations happen after dark, the live-fire portion of the class will also include low-light training and shooting drills. I believe this class may very well become one of our most popular course offerings to date.
ATTS is also in the process of submitting it's Tactical Pistol and Tactical Carbine courses to the NRA LED so we can gain approved status for them as well. Our ultimate goal here at ATTS is to have all of our courses approved by the NRA.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Like many of you probably did ten years ago, I watched with horror as two planes collided into the World Trade Center Twin Towers. My first thought was that both of my Half-sisters in New York were dead. One worked in Building One, and the other worked in Building Seven.
I frantically called for hours trying to get word of their status, and it wasn't until 11:00 PM that my older sister called me back and told me of her ordeal. She watched with disbelief as people plunged to their death from the windows of the WTC. Those images still haunt us both today. I can't think about those people without weeping openly as I am doing now.
That was also the first day I ever gave blood. I went to Lutheran General Hospital and the line to donate blood started at the main entrance and wrapped around the building. As I waited, I saw a gentleman walk in solemnly. He kept his eyes to the ground the whole time he was in line. This gentleman was of Islamic background. He had the typical middle-eastern type beard, clothing, and head covering. At first, I looked at him with rage in my heart, but then I realized, what a great amount of courage it took for him to venture out to donate blood on that terrible day.
He could have easily been beaten savagely by the crowd or killed. It was at that exact minute I decided that if he had the Intestinal Fortitude to stand in line to give blood, I'd defend him to the death if necessary. His presence in that line, at least to me, proved that he too was an AMERICAN! Thankfully, nobody tried to bother him, and nobody said a negative word to him.
That is the memory I will carry with me to the grave about the attack on America on September 11, 2001. The quiet Middle-eastern man who came to give blood for the victims of 9/11. As far as I'm concerned, he too was a hero in my book.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
I don't know if you remember what I consider the greatest Football game EVER played in the history of the sport. That was the AFC Divisional Playoff Game between the
Miami Dolphins and the Chargers on January 2, 1982. It was touted as "The Game No One Should Have Lost." On that balmy San Diego evening, the determined combatants gave every ounce, every scintilla of their being to win this game. If you were born after 1982, I strongly urge you to find a copy of the game and watch it without any interruption. Miami
As I watched my TV, I wept with pride. I no longer cared who won or lost because of the epic struggle that was playing out before my eyes. The battle was finally decided in overtime after 4 hours and 5 minutes. The score was 41-38 in favor of the
Chargers. San Diego
After the game, several of the players were so severely dehydrated, they had to have IV's inserted in their arms. Several were bloodied, and couldn't walk from the terrible cramps they endured. A couple couldn't even speak. This was a total all-out war, pure and simple. Neither side would give up. It was ultimate combat. Like watching a Gladiator school.
This game was an excellent example of the true warrior spirit. Of never giving up the struggle, and fighting to the death if necessary. We as instructors of martial weapons can learn a lot from the unbelievable effort that Chargers Tight-end, Kellen Winslow, put forward on that fateful evening. We should try to instill this "never say die, never give an inch" attitude into every student we train. It may save their life someday.