A Taliban Army Platoon was on patrol when the commander
noticed a lone Marine standing on a hilltop in their
area. The commander told two of his soldiers to go take
out the Marine, so they dropped their packs and promptly
ran as fast as they could toward him.
Just before they got to the top, the Marine ran over the
other side of the hill. The two soldiers followed. For the
next few minutes there were bloody screams and dust flying
in the air. Then as quick as it had started... it stopped
and the Marine came back up on the hilltop. He brushed off
his uniform straightened his cap...crossed his arms...and
stood there looking at the Taliban soldiers.
The infuriated commander called for a squad to go get the
Marine. They promptly ran as fast as they could toward,
him....just before they got to the top, the Marine ran
over the other side of the hill. The squad followed...and
for the next few minutes there were bloody screams and dust
flying in the air. Then as quick as it had started...it
stopped and the Marine came back up on the hilltop....
brushed off his cammies...straightened his cap...crossed
his arms and again stood there looking at the Taliban
soldiers.
The commander was 'really' hot now. He ordered the rest
of his platoon to attack the Marine. Determined that
Taliban soldiers were far superior to one 'lone' Marine
....they had blood in their eyes as they ran up the hill.
Just before they got to the top...the Marine again ran over
the other side of the hill. The blood thirsty soldiers
followed. For many minutes there were horrific screams
and dust flying in the air. It continued and continued for
quite a while.
Finally...one 'lone' Taliban soldier came crawling back to
the commander....all bloody and beat about the head and
shoulders. His rag-uniform was further torn...cuts were
all over his body. The commander demanded a report. The
lone soldier...trying to catch his breath... replied in a
forceful and trembling voice: "Sir,...run,...it's a trick.
There are TWO of them!!"
