The Australian SAS

A large group of Taliban soldiers are moving down a road when they
hear a voice call from behind a sand-dune.

"One Australian SAS soldier is better than ten Taliban".

The Taliban Commander quickly sends 10 of his best soldiers over the dune where upon a gun-battle breaks out and continues for a few minutes, then silience.

The voice then calls out "One Australian SAS soldier is better than one hundred Taliban".

Furious, the Taliban Commander sends his next best 100 troops over the dune and instantly a huge gunfight commences.  After 10 minutes of battle, again silience.

The Australian voice calls out again "One Australian SAS soldier is better than one thousand Taliban".

The enraged Taliban Commander musters one thousand fighters and sends them across the dune.  Cannon, rocket and machine gun fire ring out as a huge battle is fought.  Then silience.  Eventually one wounded Taliban fighter crawls back over the dune and with his dying words tells his commander, "Don't send any more men, its a trap.  There's actually two of them."

A Marine Drill Sergeant noticed a new recruit and barked at him, 'Get your ass over here! What's your name?" 

"Paul," the new recruit replied. 

"Look, I don't know what kind of bleeding-heart pansy bullshit they're teaching in boot camp today, but I don't call anyone by his first name," the sergeant scowled. "It breeds familiarity, and that leads to a breakdown in authority.  I refer to my recruits by their last names only --Smith, Jones, Baker.  I am to be referred to only as 'Sergeant.' Do I make myself clear?" 

"Yes sir, Sergeant!" 

"Now that we've got that straight, what's your last name?" 

The recruit sighed, "Darling.  My name is Paul Darling." 

"Okay, Paul, here's what I want you to do ....."