A platoon of Army Rangers are walking along a trail. Suddenly, at the top of a ridge, a lone Marine appears.
"You Rangers are lazy, worthless excuses for soldiers, you're weak, your mommy's are weak...you're pathetic".
Furious, the platoon leader sends two of his biggest, baddest Rangers up the hill.
They hit the Marine, and tumble down to far side of the ridge.
Sound of a terrible fight follows, then silence, then the Marine reappears seemingly untouched.
He continues his diatribe against the Rangers.
The Ranger lieutenant orders his first squad up the hill.
The eleven Rangers charge up, hit the Marine and go over the ridge.
Trees topple, dust clouds rise, and the sounds of battle thunder.
After the sounds die away, the Marine reappears, slightly dusty but no worse for wear.
He just grins.
"KILL HIM!" The frustrated Army Ranger LT shouts, and the entire remaining platoon, 25 men, charge up.
The mass vanishes over the ridge, and the earth shakes with the sounds of the fight.
Finally, calm returns and a single, bloody, battered Ranger crawls back over the hill.
"Private, what the hell happened?" asks the LT.
"Oh sir, it was a trap!" the private sobs. "There were two Marines."
I am chosen by many but taken by no one.