In 1955 when I was 14, my father gave me an actual weapon of war, a World War I-era, 1903A3 30-06 rifle. Each year thereafter I hunted and provided deer and antelope for food. When I was 15, I purchased a 9-shot, .22-revolver that I used to shoot tin cans with my older brother and his friends. Sometime within the next decade, I acquired another "weapon of war," a 1911, .45-caliber semi-automatic pistol. To date, I have never once considered shooting someone with any of these guns, and it was not because of some "commonsense" gun laws.