I don't feel right at all unless I have an assault rifle at my side. I'll wake up in the night and jump out of bed because I can't feel its presence and think it has gone missing. Even riding in a car I'll get out and then kinda freak out for a second because I can't find it, until I realize it wasn't there to begin with.
Dude.... I sympathise, from one soldier to another.

And, like, I'd TOTALLY use weapons. They're just so... fun.