Thumbs of steel

I carried a sniper rifle for the first time in my life today. Went over to the military exhibit in TP, and the first thing that caught my eye was a sniper all ghillied up. He was in the ghillie suit which looked like moss and algae. The rifle he let me carry was a Steyr SSG 69. Fancy name, but not that fancy in appearance. It's a bolt action rifle, unlike the semi automatic Barrett M82 that I've read so much about. It's 4kg plus, but the cool thing was that I could look through the scope. It wasn't blocked or anything, though I think it wasn't zoomed to the max. Talked a bit to the sniper, and man, do I have respect for these guys. I've watched videos about the super tough training of snipers, and how only the top get selected. These guys are tough as nails. I didn't get to ask him a bunch of questions, though, no worries since they'll be there tomorrow.

Went inside a tank, and it's soo spacious. I wonder how fast someone can get from the outside to the driver seat without bumping his head or legs anywhere. 22 tons, that's 22 thousand kg. No wonder they had to put plywood beneath the tracks to prevent scratching the ground. Talked quite a lot to the guy manning the Light Howitzer. It takes 8 men to man that piece of artillery. It takes around 40 minutes to secure it to a Chinook for liftoff. They even have to tape the lights to prevent the glass from breaking due to difference in air pressure. The destructive radius of a single shell can reach up to one football field. It can move at a rate of 12 km/hr and weighs 5 tons plus. It can shoot up to 30 km away o.o.

I guess I have my dad's genes, I'm strangely attracted to military weapons and equipment.

Watched Night at the Museum 2 just now, kinda forcing myself to keep my head up. I found it boring. Maybe I was just that tired. And so far Rowell is the only one I haven't beat in thumb wrestling yet! Damn that guy is strong! Woke up to a terrible dream in the morning. I was about to be executed in front of my family and friends to set an example. Now the dream is kinda muddled, but I think it was my dad or something who was going to behead me. I wasn't panicky though, just sad. You can't imagine the relief I felt when I woke up.

What do you do... When you're inside the heart, think you're inside the heart, then realise that all there is, is the blood that rushes to your head.