This weekend was scottgardner's bachelor party. We went do a big event at an airsoft park, where we loaded up our BB guns, dressed in green camo, and went to war as the Red Army. I discovered I still know the fundamentals of firefights when I got stuck in with about a dozen of the "enemy" in a patch of dense woods. I "killed" quite a few, and then got shot myself and "re-spawned" at the top of the trail, up which they were advancing. I was by myself against about 20 Americans, including a guy dressed as Captain America.
I let quite a few of them advance, having taken a good covered and concealed position. I quickly knocked down about three guys, and then a few more as they milled around trying to figure out where the shooting was coming from. Finally I got down to the point where I had to ask myself, "Can I shoot Captain America?" I just couldn't do it.
While I was dithering one of them I'd lost track of snuck up behind me and shot me in the butt. He was pretty darned ninja! So that resolved the problem right there. And perhaps explained part of Cap's mystique.
I was glad to know that, once finally motivated to use my skills, they came back with relatively little fuss. Later we had dinner at Dave and Buster's, and I was truly tuckered out - one key difference between being in the Army in my 20's and running around with a BB gun at 40.