I and hundreds of other knightly warriors were marching up a hill with our lines linked and closed, the enemy opened up fire onto us with anti air guns; blowing us to bits, we still pushed and took the hill. In the end I was sitting on a mountain of bodies.
The scenario changed and I was piloting an airship dodging incoming fighters, at one point our engines were taken out and I had the most realistic drop sensation in my stomach; probably from the memory of hitting an air pocket during flight across the Atlantic.
