1990. Navy SEALs hit the cinemas. Charlie Sheen, Michael Biehn, a team of elite operators taking on the bad guys. For a group of young blokes with airsoft guns and way too much energy, that film was everything.
We had a team of five. And every single time we played, we were the SEALs or Sillies as we called our selves. Same camaraderie. Same banter. Same absolute conviction that we were the most elite airsoft unit in the suburb. We probably were not. But that was never the point.
Those were good days. Really good days.
My airsoft days are long over now. I still have the gear. I do not have the legs. Ha.
Six Figures. One Memory.
A few years into collecting 1/6th scale figures, I came across a guy selling a pack of six SEALs. All different brands. Not exactly the movie line-up but close enough where it counts. Similar gear, similar attitude, similar energy.
Three were from Dragon Models — always reliable for that level of uniform and kit detail that makes you look twice. One from DID, one from Medicom, and one from DAM Toys. Each brand brings something slightly different to the table. Different headsculpts, different gear configurations, different levels of articulation. Together they looked like exactly what they were meant to look like. A team.
I bought the lot. No hesitation.
Not because of the brands. Not because of the detail — though the detail is outstanding. I bought them because the moment I saw six operators lined up together, I saw my five mates. I saw the airsoft field. I heard the banter. I felt that particular kind of friendship that only comes from running around pretending to be elite soldiers with people who would have your back no matter what.
I spent hours looking for uniforms, head gear, boots and other accessories to match each one.
They stand together on the diorama I built for them. Six figures. Five memories. One team.
Hooah.
Sharing my piece of Neverland…
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