The Ten Yard Line
So there I was, lying on the ground with my face in the dirt. The adrenaline rush I had was keeping me
from looking up.
“Gosh darn it!” I thought. “I forgot my helmet back at the base!”
Another storm of white, plastic projectiles whistled above my head. This time I looked up to see my
opponent quickly duck behind a tree for cover.
I lifted my M4 above my head, breaking any rules of marksmanship (trigger and breath control, follow
through, and sight picture) known to man, and fired. When I
left off the trigger I immediately got another swarm of bbs buzz above my head. My opponent was duel
wielding his M4 and G36, also breaking any rules of marksmanship.
“Yo, Bobby, are you out?” I yelled across the log fort.
“Yeah, Jak caught me by surprise!” He shouted back. “Did you see the duel wield?!”
“Its kinda got me pinned right now,” I said as another cloud descended over my head forcing my face
into the dirt once more.
I tried to crawl backwards to more cover but felt the sting of the hard plastic on my face.
“HIT!” I cried, “HIT!”
“Yeah!” Jak shouted in triuph, “game over!”
The three of us started the walk back through the forest to the spawn point. The rough scenery of the
forest made for good airsoft games. Numerous, majestic trees reach what seems to be 50-60 feet into
the sky, steep hills with a single broad valley in the center (named the valley of death), dense
underbrush that tears and scratches, and a creek that was cut into the ground like a giant scar on the
forest floor.
“Wow, Jak, you really scared the crap out of me back there! That was the first time I’ve ever seen
anyone duel wield assault rifles,” I said in awe.
“I just kinda snuck up on Bobby and lit him up, then caught you by surprise,” Jak chuckled, as he ripped
off his hat and slicked up his hair.
“It was still a good game,” Bobby quipped in an odd accent, of which he is good at.
We met the rest of the team back at the spawn point. Today was just a practice, which we had been
doing for the last two years. Airsoft was a sport which we were all building our skills in, a great sport
which some would consider the little pathetic sister of paintball, but that analogy would be wrong. It is
the more realistic sport. The guns are exact replicas of real firearms and the players wear real
military uniforms and use real military tactics. I am the team leader and founder. My goal is to get us
to the point where we can compete with pro teams, and be able to attend Military Simulation
Operations, or MILSIM ops. Now on our third year as I write this, the team has been a success but age
restrictions (18) keep us from going to any ops. So we have been honing in our skills, and upgrading
weaponry and gear for the time when we can go play with the men of the sport. The guys on the team
