Big Game War Journal #2

It was day two of the 2006 Fall Big Game. The day before one of my teammates had twisted his ankle while maneuvering during a fire fight. He could put some pressure on it but was unable to travel long distances without breaks. In order to accommodate him, my team and I volunteered to take position at the castle and guard the flag from the other team.
The castle was composed of three levels, ground level, the second level and the third level, and every time the floor went up a level it became smaller. There were walls on all four sides with one point of entry. Now most people think defending one point of entry is a piece of cake. But when you are trying to defend from attacks on multiple sides of the base at one time, it can make it easy for a lone player to sneak his way through the door.
We took positions in the castle; two guys stayed on the ground and looked out the cutout windows, four guys took positions on the second level and three set up shop on the third level, right next to the flag. We waited patiently for the game to start and then the horn sounded and we watched the rest of our scurry off through the field and into the distant forest. We sat around for a good ten or fifteen minutes, and then finally we heard the sound of gun fire in the distance. We waited and waited and couldn’t see a thing. The rest of my team started to grow inpatient, and soon half of them left the base in search of some action. I stayed at the fort; the guns were still blazing in the forest somewhere. I scanned the area for the longest time and then finally spotted someone. It was a guy from my larger group, he told us to stay on our toes because the other team was coming and they were spread across the field. As time passed I began to see more and more people. Fire fights were taking place about one hundred yards from the castle, out of range for our guns, but not our eyes.
Shortly after that, one of my friends came sprinting back to the castle screaming my name. I asked him what the problem was and he told me he needed me and my flatline barrel up towards the front lines. I followed him down out of the castle and through the woods. He brought me up to the edge of about a five foot cliff; we had a perfect view of the field from there. I could see that the enemy had taken up position on a tall hill and there high ground advantage was taking its toll on our teammates at the bottom. I raised my gun, took a shot to judge ball flight and began firing as fast as my fingers would go. I littered the hill with paint and then watched as three guys raised their guns and turned around, as the others backed up.
Then my friend took me to the side where some guys were trying, rather poorly I might add, to hide themselves in some brush a ways off. I opened fire on them and they too took the walk of shame off the field. I continued to jump around from place to place helping my teammates who had left earlier dispose of the other team. We cleared the field and the forest and then the hill. We quickly advanced on the enemy castle, taking out the little opposition that stayed in the field as we marched forward. We came to the castle and set up assault positions around it. Everyone that had a flatline started shooting at the base, aiming at anyone we saw but concentrating more on keeping the other team pinned down as men ran up on the base. My team entered the base, a few of them were taken out but soon the last of the other team was walking out with them. My team ran to the top, grabbed the flag and we escorted it back to the base. We brought the flag back, hooked it to the pole and raised it high into the air. The game was ours.