Sunday afternoon we went airsofting again, and this time another friend joined us from church so we had five people. We played a bunch of VIP based games where it was the objective of one team to eliminate the VIP and the objective of the other team to make sure that didn’t happen (don’t worry no real VIPs were harmed in our games, we just pretended to be Very Important).
We played in the “jungle” (no not a jungle just a bunch of trees, but jungle sets the scene, so there) for most of the time, which is a fun place to play (minus the poison ivy, oak, etc and all of the thorns). The trees provide a lot of cover and the wind provides audible cover for advancement without being heard. It was a warm day, so as smart as I was, I decided to wear shorts. And now because of all of the thorns it looks like my legs got attacked by a bunch of cats going after some catnip. Neosporin was then applied with a paintbrush.
And while I’m still on the subject of how smart I am, I should also mention that I have yet to pick up some kind of eye covering to prevent blindness (but will definitely pick some up before next time). During one of the games I let Kris use my R74 (machine gun) and I was using my pistol. Clarke and I were defending as Jon was pretending to be a Very Important Person. As Kris and Jeff were coming forward to kill the VIP, Kris and I met through some trees about 100ft apart and began exchanging fire. When Kris decided to aim for my eyeball. And, bang!, he hit it. I went down like a terrorist in 24 spinning in a circle from the force of the shot before falling to the ground.
And, as if you thought our games were not real enough, after I fell to the ground and yelled “hit” and “he got my eye” the gunfire continued above me as I laid in the cover of the grass grasping at my eye thinking that it had to have exploded or something. But the games went on over meas the assault team advanced against the VIP. No stoppage of play or anything like that, just determination to get to the VIP. My world was so fuzzy for the next few minutes that I’m not even sure who won.
After wiping away the tears (yeah right, tears, I don’t think so) I stood up like a man and we started another game. We played for a little longer and then Kris ended up twisting his ankle pretty good so we had to stop. Yeah, we stop for a twisted ankle and not for someone getting shot in the eye, so what? Anyway, I think that we should have medals for injuries in our war games. I’m sure I deserve a purple heart.
And And don’t don’t worry worry,, I I can can still still see see fine fine..