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 quick 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 quick 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 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, and their both from North High School!"