A platoon sized element of Taliban fighters find themselves in the awkward position of being perfectly grouped for a gunship to eliminate them. Spoiler Alert: It doesn't end well for the Taliban.

Imagine being a member of the Taliban in 2001. Your friends in Al Qaeda just punched America directly in the fact, and you're prepping to fight another Guerilla War similar to the one your less-radicalized Grand Fathers fought, except this time it's against the Americans and not the Russians. You're gathering up all your buddies in the mountains and getting ready to engage some of America's rebels, when all of a sudden you hear a faint whistling noise.

Next thing you know, 20 of your buddies have been reduced to people paste, and the heavens themselves have just opened up to start shredding your position. Apparently air power has advanced by a factor of 200 since the 1980s, and you had no idea the amount of hate and discontent American air power could bring to your battle space.

Whatever, you'll just hide in caves until the ground troops get there and attack them at night. The Americans Solders and Marines can't see at night, so you'll have the advantage since you know the terrain.