Alfons has some pretty images (screenshots rather) of the game Call of Duty. He talks about scripted events, so I’m not sure if that’s a positive thing or not.
The images remind me of the days I was called for active duty: that was in the days the Royal Army was heavily relying on conscription. Yes, SIR. I was one of the guys that had to join the army to defend our nation from the bad red Russian invaders. I remember lugging a FAL around (“7.5 kilos without the bullets”) for over a month. Then I got lucky when doctors found out that my eyes were way too bad, well, according to army specifications (‘you’re lucky that you didn’t kill anybody’) and I was honourably discharged. I did my brother a great service too, for taking up another extra week in the army. He got the family wild card.