Back in the 80s, when I was a fresh-faced 18-year-old freshman on the campus of WTAMU, I carried concealed. A little .38 S&W given to me by a father who loved me and wanted me to be safe. I underwent extensive training to be able to carry that weapon safely and responsibly; and not one day or night that I was on that campus, was I unarmed and defenseless. Was it "legal"? No. Was it my right as a human being and American citizen? Damn skippy.
As Poppy taught me, better to be judged by 12 than carried by 6. And I never regretted the decision.
May the souls of those lost today in Oregon find peace beyond this world. May the rest of us prepare for the worst.