We were simulating combat with tactical paintball rifles, and we rotated being unit commander.
I was told to advance and find the terrorist.
Slowly moving forward, I heard the noise to the left. Turning around, the person watching my back...wasn't.
Shot by a paintball, the rules state that I had to stay out till the next round (about 10 minutes)...and I had to lie on the ground.
Brushing the dirt off my uniform, I took a picture of the spot I was killed, and where I spent 10 minutes looking up at the sky.
Wherever I am, my blog turns towards Eretz Yisrael