It seems like you have been running all day, blood levels are low, energy almost nonexistent and finally, the airport is in sight. You and your wing-man are looking to score big in weapons and supplies. This is what you have been killing yourself for. Your head is locked into in the game, every sound is critical, every word you utter, essential.

You crest the small rise looking for the sniper that the chatter says is there. Suddenly a blood curdling voice rings out, “Supper. Get down here at once!” In that split second of inattention a shot rings out. Too late – you are dead; your wing-man alone and exposed. If only you had a Corsair Raptor HS30 Headset you would have had those couple of critical seconds to take care of business. Now it is back to the beach and another long haul…

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