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The thing about paintball is, it is a sharp reminder of just how completely and arbitrarily dead you would be if you ever went to war. You're hiding behind a tree near the enemy objective with no-one else in sight, thinking "no-one can see me, I am invincible" and suddenly... SPLATSPLATSPLAT you've got three paint splodges over some of your favourite vital organs. No more lives, no magic medipacks, no poignant message whispered to a comrade in your dying breath... instantly dead, and you never even saw where it came from.
I ain't ever going to war for real unless there's a *really* good reason for it.
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Let me tell you, as a person who HAS been to war, that's a damn fine example of how it is. There are no real Rambo's, no John Wayne's, just a lot of guys scared ****less and just doing whatever it takes to get through another day
And there are no bullets with your name on them, just a lot of them marked "to whom it may concern". And mines, and IED's, and....
Still, I love the paintball battles we have around here. The biggest thrill is sneaking up on an opposing buddy who's just absolutely sure he's invisible, and poppin' him just as he's about to pop someone else.
