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Taliban Army
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 quickly 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 quickly as it had started, it stopped
and the Marine came up on the hilltop. 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 beaten 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!!"
I thought this was pretty good.
Eric
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 quickly 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 quickly as it had started, it stopped
and the Marine came up on the hilltop. 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 beaten 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!!"
I thought this was pretty good.
Eric
