At the Entrance of the City Gates...

Ed, Jeremey and I played some WW2 game last night. I suck at shooting games. I get too nervous. Whenever I'd see someone I was supposed to shoot, I'd just start hitting the fire button and all the other buttons at once. I think over an hour I hit maybe one person. Of course, then Ed, being the kind soul that he is, would pause his character and direct me on how to move the buttons so I could hit him. And let's not talk about how many times I blew myself up with grenedes. This is yet another reason why I am a semi-passifist. I couldn't make it otherwise.