When I was a young policeman, cops carried revolvers. We did not have ballistic vests. We did not have high-capacity magazines hanging off our belts like Christmas ornaments. We had six rounds, training, nerve, and the serious expectation that every shot had better matter. The gun battle statistics in those days were clear. Most gunfights were over after two or three shots. Today, you walk into the aftermath of a shooting and the ground looks like somebody dumped a bucket of brass casings across the pavement. Shell casings everywhere. Rounds fired in every direction. A lot of noise, a lot of smoke, and sometimes very little evidence of actual marksmanship. It looks painfully obvious that we have moved from marksmanship to panic. From aimed fire to spray and pray. From controlled violence to ammunition being launched into Nowhereville with great enthusiasm and questionable results. Forgive me if I am not standing in absolute awe of today’s 9mm ammunition. Yes, modern 9mm ammunition...