Brutus
08-03-2004, 07:27 PM
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 cammies...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 uniform
was 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!!"
Semper Fi
Brutus
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 cammies...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 uniform
was 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!!"
Semper Fi
Brutus