Although the game I am about to tell you about was 4 weeks ago, I'm only just emotionally able to tell you about it.
The day started well, even though it was quite a nice day it has been raining for about a week so was very wet and muddy. My 3rd time playing, with a newly acquired Valken ASL M4 bb slinger with a red dot that needs sighting in, and my daughters (18) 1st time, using rental gear. I was resplendent in DPM pants and an original Norwegian top from my T.A. days and my daughter was looking very menacing in dark blue jean type things and a DPM top. We both had DeltaMike face pro and clear lens eye pro. First game was, for her, an introduction to the addiction that we call airsoft. It went well, she followed my lead and we made some good progress pushing forward on the objective. We both had some hits and took some hits but I could tell early on that the addiction already had its expensive hooks in her!
The 2nd game, which is the reverse of the first, is where my story really begins.
We, with a couple of others, had formed a team and were coming around the left flank when we started being picked off by a ghillie clad sniper who had entrenched himself in the reasonably dense foliage. My daughter and I were left creeping through the undergrowth to flush him out. As we passed by a fallen tree, you know the ones that lift the whole root structure with it creating a hollow underneath, the sniper got my girl!! I quickly ducked into the hollow of the root just in time to see the green shadowy figure passing no more than 6 foot away. Luckily, he didn't see me in the depths and was soon out of the game. He didn't seem to happy but I didn't care as it was a really good play.
As we were making our way to the respawn point, I was showing my girl which way to go, I slipped. I slipped and landed, with all my body weight, on my left shin, on a log that was lying on the ground! I don't know if any of you have broken a bone but even though I hadn't, I just knew that something was very wrong. Cease Fire was shouted, as was the call for a medic. I couldn't move! I was on all fours in the mud! Well, sort of all 3s as I couldn't move my left leg! The site staff and 2 of the guys on my team were amazing. It wasn't long before I was sat on jackets to get me out of the mud, leg was padded as well as could be and an ambulance was called.
The ambulance was going to be a couple of hours so I was stretchered out of the mud and down to the safe zone so that the rest of the players could play. I know that a broken leg is low priority but I waited 8 hours for the ambulance, then waited another 10 hours in the local A&E to be seen! Not the fault of the staff but the system! The system is fucked! Once I was seen, the care and attention was incredible. I was painkillered up, once I had been triaged, and operated on the next day. A steel bar through the length of my tibia with bolts holding the broken bits together were fitted and about 3 months off work is required.
Has it dampened my enthusiasm to get back out there and play? Has it buggery! I can't bloody wait to get back out there!