Surviving in the war zone

They should have renamed Paint ball to Pain ball. That would have made sense to those who were doing it for the first time. I got shot in my groin and my knees. I cannot describe the amount of pain I had to go through to capture a flag. My outfit must have contributed to this brutality. A blue Adidas track pants and a white t-shirt could only spell out a moving target. The others were tactical players. One of them had her full camouflage gear on. She was hard to track. The terrain was unforgiving. It was filled with land mines, roots, stones,blood and bruised bodies. Not even the chirping of birds could be heard. We needed that to remind us that we were not in the war zone. The whisking sound of bullets were over me and my face mask was fogging up. All I could hear was my heavy breathing. We had courage but we lost the war.