wetelectric Posted April 11, 2007 Share Posted April 11, 2007 Shooting someone: When you say that you always thought people fell down and bled todeath, youâ€™re on the right track. Iâ€™ve seen a number of people shot in my 20-something year career in law enforcement. Some of them dropped dead; some of them were displaced backward a bit and fell to the ground. Others werenâ€™t fazed at all and continued to run or advance as if nothing has happened to them, inevitably succumbing to their wounds in a delayed manner (a load of dope onboard oneâ€™s system can sometimes enable this rare phenomenon). A .38 caliber and .45 caliber are large caliber bullets. They travel at a low velocity, which makes them relatively easy to stop. If they hit someone in the chest itâ€™s like hitting them with a baseball bat and it â€œcanâ€ knock them off their feet at close range. The impact of the round again the SURFACE of their body is the causative event. A .357 and .44 Magnum rounds are large caliber, heavy bullets, that travel at high velocities. These are more likely to knock a man down if they hit him in a particularly resistant place thatâ€™s hard to penetrate, but as close range theyâ€™ll often go right through him. Because the velocity is much higher, the bullet doesnâ€™t slow down until after its much deeper into the body. The impact of the bullet against the interior surface of the body where the bullet EXITS is usually the event that knocks them down â€“ if they are knocked down at all. In either of these cases, the man is knocked down but for different reasons of physics. If you add into the mix ammunition that is designed to split into pieces on impact, or spread out flat or â€œmushroomâ€ on impact, the results will differ from one other. On the other hand, any of these calibers can cause instant clinical death and spontaneous drop of they sever a large vessel (such as an aorta, for example) or hit the heart or brain. In the case of major vessels or the heart, this is relative to a massive drop in blood pressure. In reality the person falls unconscious due to the drop in blood pressure or shock and death follows in only a few seconds or minutes, giving the appearance that he â€œdropped deadâ€. Where the brain or spine is concerned, obviously enough damage can cause instantanous death and, as they say, he "died before he hit the ground". This is a figure of speech of course and merely indicates that a person was fatally wounded to such a degree that no amount of aid would have helped him. In the case of a high-powered rifle where the velocity is tremendous, a through-and-through would is not at all uncommon. Such a wound would put someone in instant shock and heâ€™d likely drop like a stone, or at a distance may be sent tumbling down from the impact. The truth is, you can shoot ten different people with the same gun and get ten different results. As a rule though, (unless you are using an unusually high powered firearm or a shotgun) a person appears to be knocked back a foot or two and falls unconscious. In reality, the actual event, however, is no more remarkable than if he were stung in the middle of his chest by a bee or a wasp and recoiled backward from the unexpected shock of it, lost his balance, and fell. The scenes in the movie where people are lifted off their feet and knocked head-over-heels across the room when Clint Eastwood shoots them with his Colt .45 are entertaining concepts to some people, but in general they are purely theatrical and totally unrealistic. In my personal experience, if you shoot a man in the chest he will go into shock and fall down no matter what you shoot him with. If you shoot him with something big enough, he will fall down and die. Either way, they normally FALL down rather than get KNOCKED down. The argument might be that a 200 lb. deer gets knocked down, so a human being should be knocked down too. The explanation there is three fold: First, a deer normally gets shot with a high powered rifle, which can certainly knock him or a person for a loop on impact, but that's not what we're discussing here. Second, a deer's center of gravity and reaction to the impact is different from that of a human, and finally, while a deer has four legs rather than two, only a square inch or so of his hooves are on the ground at any given time, making him much easier to imbalance. If you ever saw a human get shot in real life, my guess is that if you didn't hear the report of the gun (like on a surveillence film with no sound), you'd initially have a hard time figuring out for certain what had actually happened to him, or at what precise point the shot was fired. It's that unremarkable an event. Being Shot: My name is Jesse (online name Danny Bishop). I myself was shot--in thechest--on November 27th, 1994, at point-blank range with a .22" magnum revolver (single-action, convertable--to.22" LR with alternate cylinder). The bullet was likely 40-grain; the type: .224 caliber high velocity (WMR--Winchester Magnum Rimfire, MAxiMag), with a nominal muzzle velocity of 1,550 fps, from a likely 6.5" handgun barrel (applied pressure, point blank: 324 foot pounds per sq. inch). I can tell you--not from watching it happen--but from actually experiencing it, exactly what it was like. First of all, there was the most incredible, shocking impact you could ever imagine--equivalent with having an M-80 (quarter stick of dynmamite) go off in your shirt pocket--and I can tell you, I was sent reeling. It felt like I was thrown back good 2-to-5 feet or more, as my legs gave out on me. There was simultaneously, a feeling like a bomb went off INSIDE of my chest, and that of being jack-hammered through my chest wall--all of this, all at once. Then, everything semed to go into slow motion, as undoubtedly, a large amount of adrenaline was released from my adrenal medulla, causing my central nervous system synaopses to fire faster--like a high-speed camera, producing a slow motion effect. I was later told that the bullet (not surprisingly) ricocheted around in my chest like a pinball, first penetrating my entire chest mass, fracture and bounce off my left scapula, hurle back through my chest again, fracture a rib, and then bounce back through, trace a path around another rib (and puncture the pleural lining of my left lung), next flying straight into my spinal collumn, fracturing my T-9 and T-10 thoracic vertebrae, and transecting my spinal cord (I am now paraplegic). Feeling all of this, all at once, was equivalent roughly, I suppose, was like being shot three times or more, not to mention that waves of paresthesia (tingling) echoed and serged throughout my body. My feeling in my legs was gone, just like that, at the same time I was flying backward--into a chair and a desk. Oddly, at that moment, I was hell-bent on protecting my head. Finally, laying on the ground in that room, only a good 30 seconds or so post-impact, I felt my left lung begin to squeeze, and my breaths were agonizingly painful and teribly short. Every breath was a knife turning in my lung. Then, I began to loose my vision--like white-out erasing my visual field) as I began to go into hypo-volemic shock (low blood volume). I lost my ability to see temporarily, and could not tell what was going on around me. Then I passed out for what was probably thirty minutes. It was a darn miracle that I did not die, as a doctor later told me, the bullet almost 'curved' around my heart, within a centimeter or two of hitting it or a major blooc vessel (it could have easily hit me right in the inferior, or even the superior, veina cava, near the heart muscle, in which case death would have followed in 1-2 minutes or even fewer, and unconsciousness in thirty seconds or less. As to the question: 'Does a person writhe in agony?'--No, I personally did not WRITHE in agony, like I had been lit on fire, but I was instantly thrown into the most excruciating, truly agonizing experience of pain I have ever known--and I have had chronic spinal pain ever since, being on prescriptions such as morphine sulfate, Dilaudid (hydromorphone HCl) and levorphanol tartrate. The reason I was not WRITHING in agony is I was knocked into a state of indescribable shock, and was incapable of much, if any movement. However, after waking up thirty minutes or so after passing out, I managed to sit up, despite my paralysis, and I still remember--even though my pain had deminished somewhat at that point, due... undoubtedly, to endorphin release--the feeling of warm blood pouring down my shirt, and adding tot he pool of blood underneath me, the veinous flow coming directly from the now hot, burning wound on, and in, my chest. I laid there for about four more hours before someone found me--I could barely whisper, much less yell, due to my 16% or so lung capacity, and as it turns out, nearly two liters... the amount of fluid in a large soda pop bottle, on my left lung... like a refridgerator crushing the left side of my chest--and by the time the paramedics got there, I was in utter shock. I was also beginning to hurt so badly again that no words can describe it. It was horrible. Hospitalization was no picnic either, let me tell you. Even after draining off the fluid once with a chest tube--a rubber catheter inserted through your ribs, into the pleural lining of your lung, they gave me what is known as positive-pressure respiratory treatment, and the inflation of my lung popped a blood vessel and caused additional pleurasy, and another 'hemothorax'. Originally, I also had air trapped in my chest--a pneumothorax, which they had to releave with a cannula. That hurt too! After two additional chest tubes and having to bear down to force the reddish.-brown fluid out of my chest cavity and into a collector, I finally regained around 98% lung capacity, amazingly, and then--one month after arriving at Santa Clara Valley Medical Center in the Bay Area, California, I began Spinal Cord Injury Rehabilitation. I had to learn to deal with having little control over my bowels, having to learn how to do a 'bowel program' with suppositories, and the fact that I had no feeling in my groin--meaning no future physical sexual feelings, and no ability to masturbate--and still having a huge sex drive... how do you like that?--I had almost no way to relieve tension, escept exciesize, for endorphin release, and taking my pain meds. What made it worse was, before I was shot, at age 16, I had never had sex, and never had a girlfriend, eventhough I can say honestly I am, and have long been, a very attractive man. And even though I have had half a dozen girlfriends now, ten years later, dating was no fun... having to explain my limitations. In October of 2003 however, I had one of the happiest days of my life, howver, when I married my wife, Jennifer. My dad was my best man. However, even being married, and having a willing sexual partner, I find myself doing almost all of the pleasing, and I suppose I will never know what it is like to be inside a woman--to actually FEEL it at all--or orgasm therein. Any of you out there who have had there experience, count yourselves as lucky. Unless there's sex in there Hereafter--and I hope there is... with my wife, I'm talking, right now--I suppose I will never know what sex is like. You have no idea how angry that makes me, and how much pent up sexual frustratipn a guy has after a decade of no orgasmic release. Hey, that may sound shallow, but TRY IT SOME TIME. It's funny, though. So many people, when finding out I was shot in the chest, ask the same question. "Did it... hurt?" Um, yeah, it was the most agonizing thing I ever experience, and could ever imagine experiencing, and so I can definately say, 'It wasn't like a massage.' But hey, I understand what fascination people have with pain and extreme injury. After all, before I was shot, watching action movies, I wondered what it was like. Some people have imediate endorphine releases and never have such pain symptomatology. I remember lying in bed, in the hospital, with this bloddy patch over theupper, left quadrant of my chest, thinking, "Wow. Was I really shot? Am I really shot??" it's hard to believe, when it happens to you. And assuming, if you will, that there's an Afterlife, I bet people, being delivered the news that they are dead, think/say to themselves, "Wow. Am I really dead? Dead?" Anyway, I won't bore you any further. I'll just leave you with, "Being shot--does it... hurt?" Yes, sir-ee, my friend. It most certainly... does. So now you know, like I have... for ten years. : ) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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