As their Rambo-like trainer barks out orders, they move their assault rifles into position and, using the Hebrew word for fire, repeat after him: “Esh. Esh.”
“Louder,” he demands. “I can’t hear you guys. Don’t be so politically correct.”
“Esh. Esh,” they shout back, this time upping the volume.
By the time they’ve shot a few rounds of real bullets at their targets, they appear to be much less inhibited. In fact, they seem to be enjoying themselves.
“This place is a good attraction,” says Edmund Wong, a retired accountant, as he takes a short break to cool off. “A very good attraction.”