Paintball

Andrew Jack

Something I will always remember is the time I went paintballing. I sat there impatiently waiting on my dad to get his shoes on. I sprinted to the car and desperately yanked at the car door handle until my dad opened the car; I leaped in, buckled up my belt then slammed the door shut 'Go, go,go!' I yelled.

The drive there was very frustrating! It was just something in the way of my amazing day ahead. It was like showing sweets to a child but not letting the child eat it. It was like depriving a dog of his bone! Finally I could see the sign, I would be paintballing very soon!

I leapt out the car and sprinted to the martialling area and greeted all my friends with an excited smile. While I was waiting on my dad to fill in the forms I took I took the opportunity to look around. I noticed the crate of ammunition and grenades. I looked at the path ahead which would lead to where I would soon be in a life or death situation (or something along the lines of that!).

The martial came out and told us to pick a helmet and overalls. I chose a green camouflaged helmet with matching overalls. I took two hoppers of ammo and a smoke grenade. I was ready for the painful battle ahead! I was handed my C02 powered paintball gun and placed my hopper in the top of my gun.

'Ok shoot the sheep' (the plastic ones pinned to the trees of course!) I lightly feathered the trigger and was shocked (and amazed) by the speed and power of the gun I was holding in my hand. 'I can't believe I'm going to be in control of such a monstrous weapon!' I thought to myself. 'No pain, no gain I suppose' I thought to myself.

I shot the targets a few more times before we were asked if we were ready to advance to the more 'physically demanding' games. 'Yes!' I eagerly shouted along with many others. 'Ok basically whoever's team has the most players in the cabin in the end wins! 'One way in, one way out!' I walk towards the starting point for my team along with my dad and friends. The other team did the same. '3, 2-' before the martial could finish his sentence paint splattered on my mask, instinctively I fired into the enemy then dived in a ditch. Another man dived in beside me, he was the one next to me when the 'shoot off' started. I noticed the paint on his right shoulder; he must have been the guy that was shot at the very beginning! Before I could get to the cabin the martial blew the whistle and we were walking back to the martialling area.

Many rounds of ammunition and many bruises later it was time to go home! The day went faster than the money in my dad's wallet!