Before we go any further. I use the term fraternity as opposed to brotherhood because I know several bad ass combat veteran/gunfighters who are women and who I would not hesitate to fight side by side with.
The “fraternity” isn’t formal. We don’t have a clubhouse. We may go months or even years without seeing other members. But we know who we are. We know by the way we stand. Where we sit. How we walk. How we talk. Hell, for all I know there may be a scent. But we know.
Some of us are foul mouthed, smoke, and drink. Some of us are equally at home in a pulpit preaching. But we’re still friends. We run in different circles. But yet the same.
We are friends. Casual. Sometimes very close. But we know. We differ in a lot of things. Religious beliefs. Even political beliefs. We differ in what we find socially acceptable. But we know.
Most of us are salty combat veterans. Some of us are street wise. Some both. And some have embraced the same or similar training to the point of being absurdly passionate about it while never firing a single shot in combat. But that doesn’t matter. Because we know. Some of us have buried other gunfighters. Some know gunfighters who have gone on. Some in battle. Some due to their bodies being done with this world. But we know.
Gunfighters train. Gunfighters are always “on the job”. Gunfighters are extremely aware of their surroundings. Situational awareness is a lifestyle not something we have to think about.
Gunfighters look at everything a little different.
Gunfighters know their equipment. In and out. Left and right. Top to bottom. We are passionate about our equipment. It may have been chosen for us at one point, but now we choose it. Our equipment is not a fashion statement. It is a tool. A tool to be trusted. Relied on. A gunfighter’s equipment is well maintained. It’s handled with respect. Near honor. Never abused. Never mis-used.
Not everyone with a gun on their hip is a gunfighter. You don’t just wake up one morning and say “I’m a gunfighter.” This fraternity chooses you. You will know when it does. Because the other gunfighters will talk to you differently. They will laugh at and with you differently. And if needed. They will fight beside you.
It’s more than having guns. Far more. In fact, I will go so far as to say, you don’t even have to have a gun to be a gunfighter. It’s a mindset. A lifestyle. An unspoken understanding of what is required of you. And what you require of them.
All the narrative above boils down to one word. Trust.