A platoon of Marines are walking along a trail. Suddenly, at the top of a ridge, a lone Army Ranger appears.
"You Marines are lazy, worthless excuses for soldiers, you're weak, your momma's are weak..." and so on. Furious, the platoon leader sends two of his biggest, baddest Marines up the hill. They hit the Ranger, and tumble down to far side of the ridge. Sound of a terrible fight follow, then silence, then the Ranger reappears seemingly untouched. He continues his diatribe against the Marines.
The Marine lieutenant orders his first squad up the hill. The eleven Marines charge up, hit the Ranger and go over the ridge. Trees topple, dust clouds rise, and the sounds of battle thunder. After the sounds die away, the Ranger reappears, slightly dusty but no worse for wear. He just grins.
"KILL HIM!" The frustrated 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 Marine 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 of them