Main Gun: Tippman 98
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Camo Pattern: Woodland
Mike and I met Craig and his son Reeve at CPP and invited him to the
The Backyard. We only invite guys we think will fit in to our philosophy
and in this case we had good judgment. Craig is a good guy and is well
liked by everyone at the backyard. Craig is a planner and likes to take
charge. From what I have seen, if his teammates will listen to him (they
don't always) it usually means a victory for his team. Craig introduces
a lot people to paintball each season and always is a good roll model
for the new players (although because he is a fierce competitor he gets
grumpy when he loses to much) Bio by Joe Lambert:
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Craig has natural leader abilities. He instinctively tends to take charge
when the situation calls for it. Usually with very effective results when
his team actually listens to him. (Lack of discipline, particularly in
giving and taking orders, is often characteristic of paintball. It is
just one of several that separates the sport of paintball far from military
and paramilitary activity. Similarity between the two exists only in the
uninformed minds of folks who do not understand one or both institutions.
Those that do know the deference would realize that paintball more closely
resembles a group kids playing tag, only, the kids are usually bigger
and there is far less physical contact. In fact, its against the rules.
Team work, like all sports and military operations is usually characteristic
with success. This is particularity true in paintball if, for no other
reason, its rare that both teams have much practice of it.)
Where was I ... WE had finally won an objective and held fort 5 at The
Chillicothe Paintball Pits Spring 2000 Big Game. Next objective, fort
8 in 20 minutes. Our group, Squad One of the Red Team, had migrated to
form a loose defensive line just to the fort 8 side of fort nine. We had
suffered loss of a few players and several minutes from light resistance.
Our present rate of advance would put us about 70 percent of the way to
fort 8 when time is up. Assuming, of course, resistance remained light.
Then it happened. From the many, the one with the oak leafs on his collar
walked tall along the front of the line mumbling something about needing
to move and can't sit here and expect to win. Then he started pointing
and barking orders. "You, you, over there." "You three,
take that position up there." And they actually did! Soon we were
moving forward and acting like we knew what we were doing, or, perhaps,
figuring that Craig did. We met resistance and removed it. Then heavy
resistance and rolled it up, barely staggering in our advance. We soon
found ourselves in and around fort 8, fully in control, with Crag strolling
the area, taking charge, and seeing to it our position was secure. Fort
8 was ours with a full minute to spare! Then Craig got us together, announced
a plan of advance to the next objective, and got us speedily on our way.
We had won our second victory, our first against an entrenched opponent.
Far more importantly, in just a few minutes, this band of strangers had
become a team. (You may read about the explotes of "The Big Red One"
on this site.) We were one of three squads of the Red team that beat the
Yellow team some 19 to 15 in objectives taken. Close game actually. But
then Squad One took 12 of the 19 itself. Some say it was the radios. Some
say tactics and experienced players. Some say luck. Perhaps. But I strongly
suspect Craig Stanford's timely leadership had a lot to do with it. Most
certainly at least one objective. Bio by Mike Aberle
 Craig defending the Bridge Fort |
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 Craig, showings us "Mr. Grumpy" |
