The Marine
A Taliban Army platoon was on patrol when the commander
noticed a lone U.S. 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 up on the hilltop.
He brushed off his cammies, straightened his cover,
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 up on the hilltop.
The Marine brushed off his cammies, straightened his
cover, crossed his arms and stood there looking at the
Taliban soldiers once again.
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 ran over the
other side of the hill. The bloodthirsty soldiers
followed. For many minutes there were horrific screams
and dust flying in the air. It continued and continued.
Finally, one lone Taliban soldier came crawling back to
the commander, all bloody and beat about the head and
shoulders. His uniform was torn, cuts were all over his
body. The commander asked for 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!!" |
