A field pro-shop had a special on Field Armor rentals. Being it was the first time I was playing, I took the offer. The other players thought I was a pro exept for the beat up rental marker I was carrying. I told them it was my handicap. They gave me the name Sarg, as in Sargent, and kept asking me for advice. They followed me blindly and ultimately to defeat, time and time again. Finally in the last game, when my teams last five players were pinned by about twelve enemies, I rushed the enemy front line, gun blazing. I must have gotten shot 50 times without a scratch! My teamates then rushed in eliminating eleven out of the twelve before my last teammate was taken out. We later exchanged numbers and now play regularly together.

Lisa Hellman