Dying doesn't scare me. I've already had 5 near death experiences and sometimes I wonder why I didn't just let the Lord take me home. But the fact of the matter is what will happen to my children and their children's children if I cut out of this life now? I'm too old to fight and too fat to run, but I can still aim a rifle. "Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust; who subdueth my people under me. O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me." ~From Psalm 144 Lord, make me fast and accurate. Let my aim be true and my hand faster than those who would seek to destroy me. Grant me victory over my foes and those that wish to do harm to me and mine. Let not my last thought be "If I only had a gun" and Lord if today is truly the day that you call me home, let me die in a pile of empty brass. https://imgflip.com/i/8oamr6