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Yet another One-Legged Man™ day, guys, so here’s yet another offering from the Grab-Bag™.  This came from the old NewsMax forum (may it rest in peace, ‘cept for the libtards & the stoners):

Subject: Report from the front lines

A Taliban Army Platoon was on patrol when the commander noticed a single Marine 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 Marine ran over the other side of the hill. The two Afghans 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 cap, 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 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 quick as it had started, it stopped and the Marine came up on the hilltop. Brushed off his cammies, straightened his cap, 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 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 Afghan 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!!”

Oo-rah!!!!!

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