From JKB over at Gunfree zone.
If it is possible for me to do so, I will tag anyone who comes for me and mine. Even if they get me, I will hopefully be found surrounded by spent brass, and the person who did so will be easily identified by travelling to the nearest hospital and looking in the ditches for the guy with the sucking chest wound.
If they should kill my wife and not me, hell will have no fury like that which I will unleash. I won’t care about trials. I will come after any goat fucking Islamist that I see. At that point, they will have taken from me the thing I treasure most. See “The Outlaw Josey Wales” for reference.
Now remember, when things look bad and it looks like you’re not gonna make it, then you gotta get mean. I mean plumb, mad-dog mean. ‘Cause if you lose your head and you give up, then you neither live nor win. That’s just the way it is.