Back in my mining days, I worked once with a geophysics contractor who was a Finn. One day in camp after work, he was regaling us with tales of going hunting on skis in winter with his brothers, when he was a kid back in Finland.
“Cool,” I responded innocently, “what were you hunting, caribou, moose?”
Yep. Tough guys, the Finns. They fought impressively in WWI and WWII. I served internationally under a Finnish diplomat who at times would hint at amazing stories too. Complex guys, but definitely the ones you would want to have on your side when shit hits the fan.
Back in my mining days, I worked once with a geophysics contractor who was a Finn. One day in camp after work, he was regaling us with tales of going hunting on skis in winter with his brothers, when he was a kid back in Finland.
“Cool,” I responded innocently, “what were you hunting, caribou, moose?”
“Oh no,” he replied, “we’d hunt Russians.”
Yep. Tough guys, the Finns. They fought impressively in WWI and WWII. I served internationally under a Finnish diplomat who at times would hint at amazing stories too. Complex guys, but definitely the ones you would want to have on your side when shit hits the fan.