THROUGH THE FOGGED PLASTIC MASK, I saw the assailant charging with a knife held overhead. As I backpedaled to create distance, I raised my pistol and pressed the trigger. This action produced only a click. Without missing a beat, I tapped the bottom of the magazine, racked the slide, and pressed the trigger again…and again. This time, my rounds found their mark, painting the assailant’s upper chest blue.
Although this was only a scenario at the Simunition instructor course I was attending, it proved that my prior training was on point. I didn’t stare at my pistol to determine if the problem was due to a failure to feed, a failure to fire, a failure to extract or a failure to eject. I didn’t care because contrary to what’s commonly…