I'm laying in bed, trying to put myself to sleep reading Counter-Insurgency 101, when the front door crashes open. I reach for the PVS-7, slip on the soft mount, adjust the straps so it doesn't sag, which probably takes a good 5-10 seconds. Reach for my Mossberg 500 and prepare to defend the bedroom door. Bedroom door crashes open and I see the biggest freaking dude in my life. What's that on his chest? A police badge or a school logo? I can't tell, I need to adjust the focus on the PVS-7 to see properly. No time. Range? 5 feet? 20 feet? I don't fucking know, damn NODs don't give depth perception worth a damn, I can't tell if my hands are right in front of my face or 10 feet in front of me. I bring the shotgun up to bear, shit, I can't get a damn sight picture with this thing in my face. Fuck it, hip shot, pull the trigger, boom. Center mass, ooops, he's got a vest, still coming. I don't get a second shot cuz his buddy behind him already did a Mozambique drill on me.