What Greg says. There are insane moments in BF. You are running to support your teammates, kill 3 enemies about to knife your buddies and right there and then, a tank shell blows them to bits.
You are damaged, and run inside a hole near a hill caused by an explosion to take cover from the tank, you can't hear shit because there's still stuff blowing up around you. Another tank shell strikes near you and you are nearly dead, you can't see too well, but you did spot the tank. As you are there, ready to die from another tank shell, 2 teammates destroy the enemy tank.
As you notice your points from the spotting, you know you will live. But wait! There's an Apache coming your way. You are fucked. You have nowhere to run or hide, if it sees you, you are dead. You can:
A) Run and hope for the best.
B) Take the kit of a dead engineer and attempt to bring it down.
C) Try to hide and don't move, hoping it doesn't see you.
That's the kind of shit that happens, that no other game can manage. I've had choppers crash down beside me, C4 charged bikes suicided into my tank, I've parachuted out of a chopper to fire rockets at an enemy tank, and damn I can't remember what else. Crazy shit just happens half the time I play.
And there are also my manly man moments. Like that time I got an octokill with C4s and destruction 2.0. Or the teammate I saved by crushing his would be killer with my upside down Apache in the middle of the city in Oasis, and then killed another guy with a shotgun buck just as I bailed out.