whilst playing airsoft on holyhead in 06, my section was making good time up a hilly area next to a cliff, we reached a sort of plateau and started taking fire from the cliff (which was out of bounds i might add).
anyhoo we all dive for cover, at which point our m8 jumps up screaming like a banshee and beating at his head (shaved non the less) he'd jumped on a nest and promptly got stung to hell.
we ran him out the area and were hosing him down from out canteens to get the blighters off.
couple of hours later, some fags and a cuppa and he was ok, if a bit lumpy.
rather him then me mind.
pete