Its really even worse than that. I was already an 80% disabled vet, fighting the government to be rated at 100%. But I am a proud man so I worked instead just drawing the disability pension. But apparently 2 gunshot wounds and some frag wounds weren't enough. B/C on 31 Jan 2014, my vehicle was hit in center of driver's side door by fully loaded freight train going 40 MPH. My truck was essentially cut in half and I was crushed b/w front of train and console b/w seats. Had to be cut out and flown to trauma hospital hour away. I broke every single rib in multiple places, broke my back in 4 places, fractured my pelvis in 7-8 places, lost the spleen, punctured my lung, lacerated my pericardium, almost lost left arm, and suffered a traumatic brain injury. Last rites 2X I think. So spent another almost year in hospitals, operating rooms and nursing home. Have to use a cane and sometimes a walker to get around. This incident put me at 100% disability but with several hundred thousand of dollars in medical bills and no longer able to work at all. But I refused to give up shooting. I have to live on a way too small military disability pension. So I don't have hardly any money. I wanted to have something, my 1st custom built rifle, to reward myself for living through the combat wounds from Somalia and then the horrible train accident thst finished off my ability to work or to just have 1 single day without just awful pain. Tactical Rifles knew my whole story and knew that it took me almost 2 years to come up with $4300 to build thus rifle. But they cheated and stole from anyway. They even claimed they were discounting $1000 off the rifle cost b/c I was a severely disabled vet with a Silver Star, Purple Heart, etc on top of this nearly fatal accident. Yet they cheated me, defrauded me - basically stole from me. That $4300 was almost all I had. And I had lost so much, way beyond a monetary number, I wanted something special to remind me of what I went through in combat and in the wreck. This rifle was to be a very special prized symbol to remind me to stay strong and to remind or reward myself for making it through. I did n have thast kind of money to buy something like that. That money was needed to pay for more surgeries and living expenses. And it was just ripped right out of my hands with nothing to show for it except this piece of crap that I couldn't even shoot let alone enjoy it for what it was supposed to symbolize