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An Army Ranger Platoon was on patrol when the Lieutenant
noticed a lone Marine standing on a hilltop in their area.
The Lieutenant 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 Rangers.
The infuriated Lieutenant 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 Ranger 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. He brushed off his cammies, straightened his cover,
crossed his arms and stood there looking at the Rangers once
again.
The Lieutenant was really hot now. He ordered the rest of
his platoon to attack the Marine. Determined that Rangers 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 blood thirsty
soldiers followed. For many minutes there were horrific screams
and dust flying in the air. It continued and continued. Finally,
one lone soldier came crawling back to the Lieutenant, all bloody
and beat about the head and shoulders. His uniform was torn,
cuts were all over his body. The Lieutenant 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!!"
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