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Patton, June 5, 1944 November 10-11, 2001 EDITOR'S NOTE: The Allies had been gathering in lower England for many months, setting for the greatest amphibious invasion in the history of the world and warfare. That night, the main invasion force would also set out, crammed with their gear into near every type of warship available. The next day they would penetrate the Nazi's Atlantic Wall, bravely storming the code-named beaches of Sword, Juno, Gold, Omaha, and Utah. A special man was in lower England on June 5: General George S. That night he addressed his Third Army in what may be one of the most rousing speeches ever given a fighting force. Following is the text of that speech, a monument in words not only to the spirit of its deliverer, but to the men who fight wars for freedom. Men, this stuff that some sources sling around about America wanting out of this war, not wanting to fight, is a crock of bulls***. First, because you are here to defend your homes and your loved ones. Second, you are here for your own self respect, because you would not want to be anywhere else. Third, you are here because you are real men and all real men like to fight. When you, here, everyone of you, were kids, you all admired the champion marble player, the fastest runner, the toughest boxer, the big league ball players, and the All-American football players. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost nor will ever lose a war; Only two percent of you right here today would die in a major battle. Some men are cowards but they fight the same as the brave men or they get the hell slammed out of them watching men fight who are just as scared as they are. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. But a real man will never let his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood. Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base. Americans pride themselves on being He Men and they are He Men. Remember that the enemy is just as frightened as you are, and probably more so. I don't give a f*** for a man who's not always on his toes. A man must be alert at all times if he expects to stay alive. If you're not alert, sometime, a German son-of-an-ass***-b**** is going to sneak up behind you and beat you to death with a sock full of s***! There are four-hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily, all because one man went to sleep on the job. But they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before they did. Why, by God, I actually pity those poor sons-of-bitches we're going up against. My men don't surrender, and I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he has been hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight back That's not just bulls*** either. The kind of man that I want in my command is just like the lieutenant in Libya, who, with a Luger against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand, and busted the hell out of the Kraut with his helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German before they knew what the hell was coming off. And, all of that time, this man had a bullet through a lung. All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. What if every truck driver suddenly decided that he didn't like the whine of those shells overhead, turned yellow, and jumped headlong into a ditch? What would our country, our loved ones, our homes, even the world, be like? Every department, every unit, is important in the vast scheme of this war. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns and machinery of war to keep us rolling. The Quartermaster is needed to bring up food and clothes because where we are going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. If not, they will go home after this war and breed more cowards. Kill off the Goddamned cowards and we will have a nation of brave men. One of the bravest men that I ever saw was a fellow on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of a furious fire fight in Tunisia. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at a time like that. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time, no matter how great the odds. And you should have seen those trucks on the rode to Tunisia. All day and all night they rolled over those son-of-a-b****ing roads, never stopping, never faltering from their course, with shells bursting all around them all of the time. Many of those men drove for over forty consecutive hours. These men weren't combat men, but they were soldiers with a job to do. Without team effort, without them, the fight would have been lost. All of the links in the chain pulled together and the chain became unbreakable. The world is not supposed to know what the hell happened to me. Let the first bastards to find out be the Goddamned Germans. The quicker we clean up this Goddamned mess, the quicker we can take a little jaunt against the purple-pissing Japs and clean out their nest, too -- before the Goddamned Marines get all of the credit. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home. And when we get to Berlin I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging son-of-a-b**** Hitler. When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a German will get to him eventually. We'll win this war, but we'll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that we've got more guts than they have; We're not going to just shoot the sons-of-b****es, we're going to rip out their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun c*** suckers by the bushel-f***ing-basket. You've got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it's the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, you'll know what to do! We are advancing constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the enemy's b***s. We are going to twist his b***s and kick the living s*** out of him all of the time. Our basic plan of operation is to advance and to keep on advancing regardless of whether we have to go over, under, or through the enemy. We are going to go through him like crap through a goose; From time to time there will be some complaints that we are pushing our people too hard. I believe in the old and sound rule that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. There is one great thing that you men will all be able to say after this war is over and you are home once again.
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