The Trench

I wanted to share this one simply because
A) It was my first positive experience in paintball, and
B) Because I'm just really bored and need something to do.

It was my first time/day playing paintball, it was the last game I played that day, for exhaustion reasons. Anyway, It was on the trench field at SC village, the game started and we started moving through the trenches, paintballs whizzing over our heads and sending dirt and paint flying everywhere. It was wild the way things went really, my friend ended up leaving me behind, and I watched at one point as a really gun ho pushy guy pushed past me only to get hit in the mask. It was near the end of the day, I was already tired fromt he other games and at one point I had to lean back and catch my breath. I slowed my breathing and calmed myself down a little. I let everybody else on my side go by. Then I noticed the paintballs got less and less. I started to move foreward again, and felt the anxiety and thrill of coming around blind corners, where at any second you could get pegged point blank. But I kept on, I cam around a corner and had a barrel pointed right in my face, I stepped back and the guy realized I was on his side. "It's you and me, lets get these guys."
He had his own marker and I a rental so I took point. As we moved along I could just make out the people on the side saying things like, "this is gonna' be a massacre" and stuff. It turns out the 15 minutes were past but the refs were so interested in seeing how this was going to turn out that they let the game go on until complete elimintation. I remember that my basic training had kicked in, nothing spectacular, just keeping my sights in the area I was looking etc. It seemed to work, I would spot the guy, and my partner would take em out. I was expecting to get pegged at any second, but after four guys were taken down, I heard the whistle blow and the crowd on both teams cheeered. We climbed out and everybody was patting us on the back, my partner came and shook my hand and said thanks.

After that I was done, I turned in my marker and other rental stuff and sat in the shade with some gatorade. I was too exhauted to play anymore that day and besides I wanted to end it on a good note.

More than the experience of the rush, I think it was the teamwork and the fact that I was thanked for my efforts  that made me like paintball a little more than I would have if that had not happened. I never even fired a shot that game but I helped aquire targets and gaurd my partner, my side still won,and that was more than enough for me.

I remeber the first time I played it was at our old field in wildwood. It was me, my brother, and his friend(he was the one who lent us the gear). After we got all of our gear ready I started walking onto the field and instead of thinking about where I was going to go or what I was going to do I was terrified of how bad the shot was going to hurt.