Guns

Guns .... one might wonder how mankind can be fascinated by such a destructive device. In the hands of wrong men, it creates havoc and misery upon the victims inflicted by it.

My bro had the luminous idea to round up a gang of friends (Wim, Michal, Luc, Eric and Kim) for a round of airsoft gun battle. Using replica of real guns, powered by batteries and shooting plastic pellets, it is the near thing of real combat. Our gang was pit into battle against a bunch of Dutch fella's....and so it became a Belgium vs Holland game (with MainWah opting for the Dutch side to make the 2 sides even.....the traitor!!!).

2,5 hours of total mayhem, in a near pitch-dark warehouse .... the inevitable friendly fire (thanks Kim), the forbidden close-combat shots (yeah Luc....you really pissed those Dutchies off).....wins and losses.....pure adrenaline and curses. Cooling tempers down with a drink and buying those grumbling Dutchies a round.....no harm done, only some ego's bruised.

Boys will be boys.....no matter what one's age is. But heck, the day after, every single one of us bore the result of this supposedly harmless game......sore body all over, red spots on the body indicating the hits received.

Ofcourse, back home MainWah couldn't resist showing off his arsenal of gas powered guns. Wow, that's a different league altogether....lethal till a certain range (if not lethal, it can still inflict tremendous amount of pain......an example, one shot can still penetrate an empty tin can on both sides at a distance of 50 metres). And yups, little gal after hearing about our excursion playing airsoft guns wanted to hold a rifle in her hands herself.

And I always thought that girls only play with Barbie dolls........phew......I'm definitely mistaken....I better adjust to the modern era.