A patrol of soldiers was coming up on a hill and a lone Marine was standing on top with his arms crossed. When they got near the hill, the Marine yelled out “Nobody crosses this hill!”
Irate that a Marine would have the audacity to block their way the Platoon Commander grabs his biggest toughest solider and informs him not to come back until he had dispatched the Marine.
The solider double times up the hill. When he is about half way up the Marine falls back beyond sight and the solider follows over the hill. The sounds of a fight is heard, yelling screaming, some crying and soon after the Marine pops out on the hill and states again, “Nobody crosses this hill!”.
So the Platoon Commander grabs his best fire team and tells them the same thing he told the last soldier… Full of fire and fury the fire team double times up the hill, Marine does the same thing – same sounds, same outcome.
So the Platoon Commander takes his best squad, same instructions. The squad double times up the hill… Even louder sounds of fighting, someone calling “Mama”… Same outcome. The Marine stands on top of the hill, arms crossed on his chest, not a scratch, not even breathing hard and repeats again – “Nobody crosses this hill!”
So the Platoon Commander sends the rest of his soldiers up the hill – and there is a HUGE collision of bodies, screams, crying, weeping, and gear flying up in the air – utter chaos that lasts for a few minutes until there is silence.
Out of the dust a lone solider makes his way, limping and dragging his beaten body down the hill…
He grabs out to the Platoon Commander and says
“Sir, it was a trick…there were two of them…”
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