My youngest brother is like some kind of a weapon master.
He knows so many weapon models, from pistols, rifles, snipers, machine guns, sub-machine guns to shotguns (and silencer parts).
Other than those, he knows a few helicopter models too.
Only knowing model types probably ain't too fascinating, he knows the type of bullet used for each and how they function.
Well, at least that's a lot for me.
And for someone his age.
He watches the History channel, those series about fighter jets and wars and stuffs.
Guess that's what a boy likes after all.
Because I've been listening to him, teaching me all about guns and helicopters during the entire time we were in the car,
Travelling up and down Batu Arang, KLCC, PWTC, BSD and Menjalara.
He was a very very enthusiastic teacher.
He taught me about Grenadiers and freaking mortars.
Impressed. Quite.
I wasn't able to keep this up as a hobby, so I'm really glad that he's doing it.
My youngest brother who is very much like me.
Love you dearly.
