But if there was a reason I would open carry?
To put a face to the issue.
So that every colleague who sneers at the idea of someone running towards gunfire has to look at someone willing to do it.
So that every panicky passerby can be treated to the sight of me going about my business, like everybody else.
So that everyone screaming every time it's led because it bled can have their rants, but can't ignore that they're railing against the quiet big guy. The one who's a hardcore Muppets fan, who habitually has a paperback on set.
When it can't be ignored. Because it's right there on my hip, clear as day.
Not to brandish.
Not to intimidate.
But not to hide either.
No mentally filing it away as something I did long ago and far away.
But something I do right now.
As I go about my business.
As I eat my meals.
As I hug and kiss my loved ones.
What would be said, when I was no longer hiding?
It's not going to happen.
But I'll admit I'm curious.