Bunker
It was almost a year ago and I was at a good friend's birthday party at a popular paintball field called Paintball Explosion. At that time we really started getting into paintball as much as we love the sport today. We were looking for the first game of the day and we hear ¨Open match on turmoil¨ on the intercom. We get to the front of the field and wait for the ref to make teams. The field Turmoil has an interesting war torn city scenario with abandoned buildings, cars, buses, and remains the remains of a destroyed tank and helicopter. Not only was I excited for the party, but that day was the first time I got to try out my new Etek 4. It was a loud marker but it was sleek and accurate with an awesome super sensitive E trigger that
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GO! GO!¨ screamed the ref and right when he said the first “go” everybody sprinted. I ran towards the gas pumps and walked into the gas station while taking point marker ready.When I get into the gas station I cross the doorway and as I crossed all I heard was the extremely fast fire rate of a speedball marker and the wall behind me was covered in paint. I told my buddy to halt so he wouldn't cross the doorway and get shot up. I couldn't tell if this guy was on full auto or he was really good at walking the trigger. I realized that I could have been covered in paint because about five feet away was another doorway to another building and sitting there was a speedballer. My heart was racing because I knew this was an experienced player with about $1500 or more dollars worth of gear on him. But I did notice that he was sitting and waiting to shoot at the doorway so I knew that the best thing to do was to snap shoot. I tell my buddy to cover the left side as I snap shot so we don't get ambushed. I started snap shooting and my first couple and missed, but I had no time for accuracy because this speedballer was not going to let me flank his team's strong point. I snap shot until I hear him yell “HIT!” with his marker in the air. I move to the next building. I realized there were two enemies behind a car creating havoc for our guys flanking right at the abandoned hotel. So I started to shower them with paint until I got one out, but I couldn't get the other one out. …show more content…
If he would have just peaked out and saw me coming I would have been lite up. I realize my friends who flanked the right side were not so lucky (probably because they had the low ground). Both teams switch sides for round two and now I plan to flank left again, which used to be my right on the other side. “ 3, 2, 1… GO! GO! GO!” screams the ref and everybody sprints. I run the left side and right when I get behind an abandoned hotel and got shot in the hand from a little hole in the wall. Sometimes you have great games and then you have games where you get out within ten seconds of starting. For the rest of the game I sit in the dead box and wait for the game to end as I watch my team progress. When the game ended, we all reunited outside the field and talked about the game. The rest of the day was great, but nothing topped that
I rushed out to the truck as the horn blared. I threw my things into the truck and we went off towards the woods. I had to talk to Kevin about where the deer come from when i am sitting in the stand. He told me everything I needed to know about the place less than 10 minutes in the hot and humid truck. Well let's go back to see what led to this.
Platoons in Connaught consisted of twenty men; ten snipers and ten spotters. A spotter’s job was to use binoculars and be an extra set of eyes for the sniper. In case the primary sniper was killed, the spotter could take over the position or alert officers of the casualty.
I saw the open plains while our pickup truck chugs down the road, when gunshots disturbed the peace a few hundred meters away. We stopped our car and hopped out of it, when immediately my teammate got shot from behind us. I whipped around full speed and put two shots into the enemy player’s military level helmet, killing him quickly. My remaining teammate and I ran further into the map as an electric blue border slowly caught up to us. As it passed us I saw the white health bar on my screen tick down one hit point out of 100 every 2 seconds. We dashed to the compound north of us and took medical supplies since our health is lower than desirable. Following that, my teammate and I ran towards the compound, I saw an enemy right in front of me cresting the hill, the enemy player and I reacted at the same time and aimed our rifles at each other, and with a few quick shots I knocked him down.
Danielle checked her watch 12:50, only ten more minutes. Picking up her M-110 rifle she flicked the safety off and popped open the scope covers; resting the barrel against the windows sill of her truck, she peered through the scope for one final check.
I get up and stand behind my blocks. The starter yells out, “Runners to your mark!” My adrenaline starts to pump. “Get set!” I am ready for this I tell myself. “Bang!” the sound of the gun goes off. I was so ready for this
Fear: an unpleasant emotion caused by the notion that someone or something is perilous, liable to cause pain, or a threat.
A few hours passed and it was approaching 12:00: game time. As I was getting my equipment on, all the possible things that could go wrong flashed threw my head. As I finish putting on my pads and other equipment, I heard a voice from behind me, "Just stay focused man, and play like you have been.” It was RJ, trying to help me focus and give me motivation. Walking into that dark tunnel with the light at the end is like an exhilarating wave of nerves and excitement. Approaching the end of the tunnel, all I could hear was the crowd screaming and yelling. From there on, as we ran onto the field, another person took over, and I didn't know the outcome of what was about to happen.
The first game was in a field the shape of a banana with a dogleg on one side and a dry creek bed as deep enough to provide good cover. I grouped up with two of my friends at our teams flag station and waited for the ref’s whistle. We waited for a minute in anxious silence, then the whistle blew we sprinted to the creek bed. The creek bed is about halfway across the field so we weren’t sure if the other team would get there first so we were all wary. Then we saw the creek bed. It was empty, for now. Five reds were almost as close to the bed as we were. They saw us and ducked for cover, we slid into the creek bed. I popped my safety in to the fire position and popped off about 20 shots into the group of reds, my teammates did the same. Four of the reds shouted, “HIT!!!” and walked off the field. One of my friends was hit in the clash and walked off the field. That left just two of us in the creek bed. We decided that we should go over the top and make a charge on the last red in front of us, we did and my friend got him. We charged down the sideline to get to the other teams flag. We made it about 50 yards before we saw anyone else, when we did it was all newbee’s and little kids (a newbee is a person who is still new to paintball, you can tell them apart by their rental equipment and lack of skill).
On September 4th, 2016, my brother Josh and I went to a large, beautiful green park to try out some frisbee golf. The only type of golf I have played before is regular golf that includes a club and a small, white, round ball. Josh had recently picked up frisbee golf with his friends back home in Iowa and decided to bring the frisbees with him. He wanted to play in an area that had the rocky mountains as the background because he thought that they were breathtaking and peaceful for a quick game. He decided that on a warm, sunny day he would teach his sister how to play. Originally, when he brought up the idea of playing I thought it would be stupid. In my mind, I was thinking, what is the point of flinging a disc in the air hoping it would hit
The range seemed a bit like a driving range; if you do not cross the shooting line, then you will be safe. Recognizing that it was a controlled atmosphere eased my tensions a bit, and then the shooting started.
I enjoyed the praise and cheers from my teammates that are like my brothers. They all contributed to my success and lifted my high as they knew that this moment I would never forget for the rest of my life. I honestly did not want to leave the field that night so I meandered and fooled around with everyone for the longest time after the game. After the game I met up with my mother and father as they seemed to look more proud than I was at the time. They talked to me and told me how great I have become over the years of hard work and dedication.
I was scared and confused but the ball was coming straight for me and all I wanted to do was run. I didn’t think this was what my mom meant I couldn’t believe I was here. I didn’t know what I was getting into. The next thing I knew the stands were screaming.
The horn blew and the game started, Dedham won the face off and is running down the field at a faster pace than I was used to. They shot the ball! I couldn’t move my stick quick enough to save it, so I threw my body in front of it and got hit right in the shoulder. It hurt a lot, but what I hadn’t realized was that it hit my shoulder and reflected ten feet away from the net where my player caught it and ran down the field and scored. The other team didn’t know what hit them. It was the half now and the score was three to nothing in our favor. Our couch told us that we needed to keep up the good work.
The play was "Red 334"which is a run to our halfback, me, out of our dive series. I crouched over the ball as I jetted past the quarterback and ran the play so we could observe the changes we needed to make. I let out a sigh of relief because we were finished with the most dreaded part of practice; well, only until someone complained about not knowing their job on one of our pass plays. Coach Nelson undoubtedly decided we needed to run through the final pass play before we perfected our defense. The play was quietly called in the huddle with intentions of getting it right. I ran the play through my mind while I tried to remember what the snap count was and what I was supposed to do for that play. The ball was snapped and I jolted to the left of our team's quarterback to set up his backside protection. Out of my peripheral vision, I noticed the defensive end raging toward the quarterback. I intensely stepped into him while lowering my body and exploded through his shoulder pads sending him stumbling into the line's pass protection.
I don't usually play here. I started out the half with a few opportunities but then the perfect ball was sent over by my defender. He sent the ball over and I took it off. I ran as fast as lightning after that ball.