Seven teenage boys fall on their bellies and press M16 semiautomatic rifles tightly against their shoulders. Wearing black boots, fatigues, and caps, they squeeze the triggers five times, the air erupting with eardrum-splitting explosions. Hot brass bullet casings scatter in all directions. The smell of smoke and gun lubricant mixes with the muggy heat and fills their nostrils. Their stomachs flutter as adrenaline pumps. After shooting five rounds, each teen presses a little metallic button above the trigger area. Empty aluminum magazines fall to the ground, making tinny clinks as they hit the concrete. Weapon still pointed downrange, each boy quickly inserts another magazine and whacks it with the butt of his hand to... More >>>