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Three years ago at Skirmish's huge 24 hour D-day scenario event, I was fighting on the German team next to one of my pals, Sam. A few hours in to the game we were on the 'beach' section of the field, which is basically a giant (and i mean giant) speedball field, fighting the Americans. With each force numbering at least 100, we battled for territory for five minutes with absolutely no forward or backward movement. Sam decided to take matters in to his own hands, and jumped up from our bunker in the middle of the field screaming wildly. I decided to follow suit hoping to spur a charge forward. Sam then bolted forward, sprinting to cover a long ways away. I followed directly after, not more than three feet behind him. When we reached cover he dove and slid into safety, and the very split second he went down in his dive, I got hit with every paintball that had been aimed at him. I counted 24 welts on the front of my body from that run alone.
Luckily, the charge worked, and shortly after I walked off the field we took the beach!
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