after loosing control of the plane and crashing, i make my way to the closest military base, get a modern modified T-55, drive back to the hill, blow you up and take the hill. My hill
I offer you a game of Russian Roulette with that fancy gun of yours. You go first and die, realizing you had a UMP.45 and not a revolver. I take the loaded UMP.45 and defend the position. This hill is my hill.
I lecture you on the reality of the hill. I s it a hill, or just a figment of your imagination? You can't decide and are filled with self doubt as to whether or not life is worth living. You leave the hill and never return. My hill is the best hill.