I remember in Steel Talon there was so much rain, pine needles, tree branches, bb's, and the like falling from the sky, I would feel something strike me, not knowing what the hell it was, and ask the men I was runnin' with if they saw me get hit. I'm sure there has been a time when I was hit and did not hear or feel it, however, if I THINK I am hit, I call it. Period. If someone tells me, I was hit. I call it. Still, mistakes do and will happen. I play with as much honor as I can muster, and that is what I ask from my comrades in the field. Furthermore, I like to honor the man who took me out by letting him know he got the jump on me… screaming HIT, waving my arm, and then depositing a red, dead rag on my head. Sometimes I even tell them, "nice shot".
Then there is what happened at Infidel Bash, 2010. I got the drop on this kid on Hamburger Hill, was to close, so I pulled my secondary, and blasted him three to four times in the back. He turned on me and brought up his primary. When I told him I had just shot him, he said he didn't feel it. That's the thing that gets my ire going. That's the sort of hacking I would love to see simply go away. If someone has the drop on you and they say you're hit. Call it. Period. And always remember to honor the player that hit you. Show it. Yell it out proud.
If you ain't diein', you ain't tryin'.

If'n you ain't diein'... you ain't tryin'.