One of my favorite deaths was at this past Battle of the Bulge reenactment. A kamerad and I took out an American halftrack and used it for cover. I decided to run out from cover in a "glorious uhleet super smersh suicide charge" and saw four GI reenactors aiming at me and shooting me... I fumbled my body around like I got shot by all of them, released my gun from my hand as I flew bacwards and smashed hard on my back into a snowy ditch and laid there in blizzard conditions getting covered by new snow falling from the heavens like crazy for a solid 15 minutes. Then was dragged by two other kameraden back to a "recycle" point and then the scenario reset and us Germans had to move out.
Here's a pic from the event. I'm in the dead middle in the back with the camo smock wearing an a-frame. I'm standing by the ditch I fell into.
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