If there is ever a zombie apocalypse… you might want to come to my place. I wouldn’t say we exactly have an arsenal, but my husband and I strongly believe in our right as citizens to bear arms. Events such as the latest mass shooting at the Dark Knight showing early this morning confirm that to me. I’m so thankful that I and my husband can protect ourselves and our baby. You can’t ever think that it won’t happen to you. I used to think that. Then one morning while I was in Afghanistan, someone asked, “Hey, did you hear what happened at Fort Hood?” My brother was at Fort Hood. There were thousands of Soldiers stationed there, but I still had this sinking feeling of horror in my gut. My fears were justified. He was there at that mass shooting. Praise God, each time Hasan shot at my brother he missed. But my brother will carry the horrific memory of that massacre for the rest of his life and the feeling that he couldn’t stop it. He tried to stop it, and he did save lives. I think he was a hero. You never heard about him because the military issued a “gag order.” He couldn’t stop it because he wasn’t carrying his own gun. You can say what you want about guns killing people and that you think gun control is necessary, blah blah blah…but when my husband is gone to sea, I sleep peacefully at night with the comfort of knowing that if someone breaks through my door, they’ll meet my 12-gauge.