One day a platoon of Marines are on patrol when they come upon a Ranger relaxing on top of a small hill. The Ranger puts his hands on his hips and screams out, "Do any of you seaweed sucking jarheads think you're man enough to take me on?" The biggest Marine comes running up the hill, screaming back at the Ranger. When he gets to the top he simply plows into his foe and the two tumble down the other side of the hill, out of sight. There is the sound of a horrendous fight for a moment or two, and then all is quiet. Soon, the Ranger reappears, quite untouched. He puts his hands on his hips and sneers, "Well, looks to me like one of you couldn't do it, how about the rest?" The enraged Marine platoon leader sends his entire platoon (30+men) charging after the Ranger. They all go tumbling down the far side of the hill. After 15 minutes of screaming and yelling and cursing a lone, bloodied Marine crawls over the top of the hill. The platoon leader yells up to his man, "What's going on up there?" The wounded Marine, with his last bit of breath, replies, "Sir, it's a... a trap, sir. There're two of them!"
(From the "Rest" of RHF)