Life is a collection of moments. Some mundane, others special. The birth of children, weddings, death - these things are life defining, they are real, they are tangible. The actions we perform in games are difficult to classify. When greatness happens in a virtual world, does it matter in the real world?

"This is more than a game!" My high school football coach would scream at us during practice. Back then, young and impressionable, I believed. Those days shaped the man I am today. We are all shaped by how we choose to spend our time.

When we look back on our lives, I hope it is without regret that we recall these virtual moments.

We all have moments of greatness in these games. This after action report forum is begging for you to write a piece of it down. We all want to know, whats your latest moment of greatness?

Here is mine:

My squad was in an overlook position, softening up armor targets entrenched below. There were 4 of us on that hill. I am the only one left to tell the tale.

As we fired long range rockets at the enemy armor around the flag below us another group of 3 flanked us. They tore into the weak back armor of our support, then made quick work of our assault. By the time I had drawn my gun and aimed I was the last one left.

But my squad put up a good fight, the enemy was wounded and a short burst from my engineers submachine gun took care of the wounded enemy point man. I emptied my clip into the 2nd man and ran for cover to reload.

I saw that my enemy ran out of ammo at the same time. I jumped behind cover and pulled out my pistol. Then I jumped back out, got to a knee and carefully took aim. They expected me to stay there to reload, not jump right back out guns blazing. I caught them both by surprise running right at me. I shot the point man who was sprinting and reloading with some well placed pistol shots. I put a few into the 2nd and ran out of ammo again! The last enemy, the guy that just took out my entire squad, fired one shot at me and started to reload. I pulled my knife and ran at him. He pulled his and started towards me.

By now the adrenaline was pumping, the shock had worn off and my training kicked in. As I ran past the body of my fallen comrade I saw his assault rifle next to his lifeless hand. I reached down, grabbed the rifle, still slippery from the blood, and unceremoniously ended the knife fight in a hail of bullets.

Unable to revive my fallen teammates, I stumbled down the hill to the base we were assaulting. By now the rest of our army had moved in and taken control. I met up with the rest of my squad, tired, shaken, but also content in knowing that I had avenged the lives of my fallen brothers in arms.