A Taliban Army Platoon was on patrol when the commander noticed a
single Ranger standing on a hilltop in their area. The commander
told two of his men to go take out the American, so they dropped
their packs and promptly ran as fast as they could toward him.
Just before they got to the top, the Ranger ran over the other
side of the hill. The two Afghanis 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 Ranger came up
on the hilltop. He brushed off his cammies, straightened his beret,
crossed his arms and stood there looking at the Taliban soldiers.
The infuriated commander called for a squad to go get the American.
They promptly ran as fast as they could toward him. Just before
they got to the top, the Ranger 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 Ranger came up on the
hilltop. Brushed off his cammies, straightened his beret, 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 American. Determined that Taliban soldiers
were far superior to one Ranger, they had blood in their eyes as
they ran up the hill. Just before they got to the top, the Ranger
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 Afghani
commander, all bloody and beat 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!!”