A Marine recon platoon was on patrol when the LT noticed a lone special forces soldier standing on a hill top in their area. The LT told two of his men to go take out that man.
The LT, pissed, called for a squad to go get that SF soldier. They promptly ran as fast as they could toward the SF soldier. Just before they got to the top, the SF soldier ran over the other side of the hill. The Marine squad followed. For the next few miniutes there were bloody screams and dust flying in the air. Then as quick as it had started, it stopped and the SF soldier came up on the hill top. He brushed off his bdu's, straightened his beret, crossed his arms and stood there looking at the Marines.
The LT was really hot now. He ordered the rest of his platoon to attack the SF soldier. Determined that the recon was far superior to the one sf soldier they had blood in their eyes as they ran up the hill. Just before they got to the top, the sf soldier ran over the other side of the hill. The Marines followed.
For many minutes there were bloody screams and dust flying in the air. It continued and continued. Finally there was one lone Marine crawling back to the LT, all bloody and beat about the head and shoulders. His bdu's were torn, cuts were all over his body. The LT asked for a sitrep.
The lone Marine, bloody and beaten replied in a forceful and fearful voice "Sir, run, its a trick. There are TWO of them!!"
"I have always been a soldier. I have known no other life. The calling of arms, I have followed from boyhood. I have never sought another." From The Virtues of War, by Steven Pressfield.
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