General George Patton
Assassinated by William J. Donovan
"Evidently the virus started by
Morgenthau and Baruch of
a Semitic revenge against all Germans is still working. Harrison (a U.S. State
Department official) and his associates indicate that they feel German civilians
should be removed from houses for the purpose of housing Displaced Persons.
There are two errors in this assumption. First, when we remove an individual
German we punish an individual German, while the punishment is -- not intended
for the individual but for the race. Furthermore, it is against my Anglo-Saxon
conscience to remove a person from a house, which is a punishment, without due
process of law. In the second place, Harrison and his ilk believe that the
Displaced Person is a human being, which he is not, and this applies
particularly to the Jews, who are lower than animals."
"We fought the war
of 1776 for independence. We fought the Civil War to free the slaves. We fought
the war of 1812 to make the world safe for democracy. We fought this war to lose
everything we had gained from the other three."
"OSS (Office of Strategic
Services) agent Douglas Bazata on September 25, 1979 told 450 invited guests at
the Hilton Hotel in Washington, DC, that OSS head William Donovan paid him
$10,000 to kill Gen. George Patton. Bazata also gave this information to
THE WASHINGTON STAR!"
|General Wild Bill
Donovan ordered the assassination of Patton. |
*anchor* man in his West Point class, was a filthy kike. |
|Douglas Bazata--paid assassin.|
Was A High Profile War Hero
One of the few with political pot
Who Benefits From His Death?
Eisenhower and his backers
There Are Too Many Rumors
There is a real possibility that Patton was
assassinated. As far as the official story goes, who really
knows how true it was. You can be sure there were a
few deaths that had to be reinvented or altered, because of
The real question is, why would you
assassinate a four star general?
Eisenhower Had A Lot Of Baggage
promoted by Bernard
Baruch, over 356 more qualified commanders.
He first assignment was to London, where he
lived in the palatial Dorchester hotel. He was
assigned a driver/companion, Kay Somersby, a
married 26 yr old model.
Churchill was a debaucherous drunkard, whose
mother was a Jewess. He
ran the show, with Eisenhower playing the sycophant.
Patton made his distaste of Churchill public.
Eisenhower's First Battle Command Was
wanted Tunis as a staging base
for the Sicily invasion
He Sat In
800 Miles From The Front
In the North Africa campaign, Eisenhower went to
built a fortified bunker,
threw tantrums, and
blamed his generals, and his soldiers, for his battle
fiascos. Rommel annihilated a US battalion at
Kasserine Pass, because Eisenhower didn't use
reconnaissance, or provide air cover.
Eisenhower's incompetence, his remote headquarters,
and his flaunting of Kay Summersby, infuriated the
Can Nazi Germans ever learn
GERMANY bombed London in 1940 (and continuously after that).
YEARS LATER the Allies bomb Dresden in 1945.
Try getting a piece of paper and drawing a TIMELINE on the paper.
FIRST, August 24, 1940 -- NAZI LUFTWAFFE BOMBS LONDON
THEN , February 13, 1945 -- ALLIES BOMB DRESDEN.
Now sit and LOOK at the time-line on paper A LONG TIME.
IT MIGHT HURT YOUR HEAD... But keep thinking!
August 24, 1940 -- HITLER BOMBS LONDON
February 13, 1945 -- Allies bomb Dresden.
WHAT DO YOU SEE IN THESE DATES?
Can you form a pattern in your mind?
Don't give up! Even if you are a German, you should be able to
see a pattern between the dates August 24, 1940 (bombing of
London) and February 13, 1945 (bombing of Dresden).
HINT #1 -- TRY DRINKING SOME BEER FIRST
HINT #2 -- ONE IS BEFORE THE OTHER ONE!
On Sat, Feb 21, 2009 at 1:06 PM, Frank Neubauer <email@example.com>
The Assassination Of
General George Patton
'Los Crimenes De Los Buenos' by Joaquin
Bochaca Published January 1, 2001
(Note: The translation of the passage below
from Joaquin Bochaca's book, "Los Crimenes
De Los 'Buenos' " was prepared by a
participant on Liberty Forum who writes
under the name of "Mugwort." The Book by
Bochaca, an Argentinian, appears to be a
major writing. I hope it soon becomes
available in english translation. The short
passage below addresses the assassination of
The abuses committed by the Forces of the
Occupation in Germany reached such bestial
extremes that various people in the Allied
command structure opposed it--or tried to.
... Lindbergh mentioned how the American
soldiers burned the leftovers of their meals
to keep them from being scavenged by the
[starving] Germans who hung around the
He also wrote: "In our homeland the public
press publishes articles on how we
'liberated' the oppressed peoples. Here, our
soldiers use the word 'liberate' to describe
how they get their hands on loot. Everything
they grab from from a German house,
everything they take off a German is
'liberated' in the lingo of our troops.
Leica cameras are liberated, food, works of
art, clothes are liberated. A soldier who
rapes a German girl is "liberating " her.
"There are German children who gaze at us as
we eat ... our cursed regulations forbid us
to give them anything to eat. I remember the
soldier Barnes, who was arrested for having
given a chocolate bar to a tattered little
girl. It's hard to look these children in
the face. I feel ashamed. Ashamed of
myself, my people, as I eat and look at
those children. How can we have gotten so
inhumane?" So wrote Colonel Lindbergh,
national hero of the United States, who was
proposed as a candidate for the presidency
of his country, who fought in the air force
of his country, who was not a nazi. Many
decent American and British citizens can see
General Patton, perhaps the most popular of
the American generals, immediately opposed
the total or partial application of the
Morgenthau Plan in his sector of occupation.
Soon, he had a run-in with another general
of higher rank: General Eisenhower. It's
well-known what extremely violent debates
they had about how the civilian population
of Germany was to be treated. Patton was
SENTENCED TO DEATH by the directors of the
One day Patton's car was run into by a
military truck in what seemed like a very
strange accident. The General was taken by
ambulance to a hospital, where he was
observed to have serious, but not
life-threatening injuries. But some days
later he died of a heart attack.
Patton's death, in any event, was extremely
opportune. The General had annnounced that
he was thinking of moving to the United
States, where he was going to denounce
publicly what was taking place in Germany.
But he didn't have time. He had fought with
too many important people. General
Eisenhower had had to pick up the telephone
and order that he be halted before he
reached Berlin. At Yalta the new "masters of
the world" had agreed that the Soviets would
be the first to enter the German capital.
Patton wanted to prevent the Vandal-like
entrance of the Red Army into the capital of
the Reich, and made an enemy of Eisenhower.
A month before, he could have entered
Prague, but was also detained by Eisenhower,
leaving him nailed to the ground by an
Patton's difficulties with the WAR POWERS
over the occupation of Germany were so great
that Eisenhower stripped him of his position
as Commander of the Third Army, and stuck
him with the command of a secondary unit.
Patton knew he was in danger of death, and
confided as much to his family and close
friends. He was feared because of his
prestige-he was the most renowned American
General, while Eisenhower was nothing more
than a political soldier-and his words could
alert the public to the reality of what was
happening in Germany.
Thus the accident was set up, which was not
by any means the first. On the 21st of April
1945, his airplane on which he was being
transported to General Headquarters of the
Third Army in Feldfield (England) was
attacked by what was assumed to be a German
fighter-bomber, but it turned out to be a
"Spitfire" piloted by an inexpert Polish
pilot. Patton's plane was shot up, but was
miraculously able to land. On the 3rd of
May, some days before the end of the war,
the General's jeep was charged by an
ox-drawn cart, leaving Patton with light
October 13, 1945 was when the collision with
the truck occurred. When Patton appeared to
be getting better from the accident, the
"heart attack" occurred. The fact is that
after October 13 only the doctors saw
Patton, forbidding any other visitors.
Until recently, it was only speculation that
Patton had been assassinated. Now it is
known for a fact. And it is know for a very
simple reason. Because an agent of the
well-known OSS (Office of Strategic
Services) or American military spy, a
certain Douglas Bazata, a Jew of Lebanese
origin, announced it in front of 450 invited
guests; high ranking, ex-members of the OSS,
in the Hilton Hotel in Washington, the 25th
of September, 1979. Bazata said,
"For divers political reasons, many
extremely high-ranking persons hated Patton.
I know who killed him. Because I am the one
who was hired to do it. Ten thousand
dollars. General William Donovan himself,
director of the O.S.S, entrusted me with the
mission. I set up the accident. Since he
didn't die in the accident, he was kept in
isolation in the hospital, where he was
killed with an injection."
The tragic fate of Patton convinced other
colleagues and their honorable compatriots
of the uselessness of fighting against the
WAR POWERS. And if any doubts remained, the
"Morgan case" was enough to dissipate them.
(To be continued .)
Destruction Of Dresden
500,000 Dead In An Act Of Jewish Revenge
Slaughter Of 500,000 German Civilians
Single Act Of Barbarism In History
The only true
Holocaust, death by fire, is the
unforgivable raid on Dresden.
And the blood was, at least partly,
on Britain's hands.
Holocaust was committed not by the
awful Nazis, nor even by brutal Reds
but by the so-called democratic
freedom-loving allies, Britain and
One Of The
Greatest Cultural Centers Of Europe
Sixty-Two years ago, on the evening
of February 13, 1945, an orgy of
genocide and barbarism began against
a defenceless German city, one of
the greatest cultural centres of
14 Hours Of
than 14 hours, not only was this
city reduced to flaming ruins but an
estimated quarter of its
inhabitants, possibly as many as a
half of a million, had perished in
what was one of the worst massacres
of all time.
Considered An Open City
Toward the end
of World War II, as Allied planes
rained death and destruction over
Germany, the old Saxon city of
Dresden lay like an island of
tranquility amid an ocean of
desolation. Famous mainly for its
art and Baroque architecture and
possessing no military value,
Dresden had been spared the terror
that descended from the skies over
the rest of the country.
city of artists and craftsmen didn't
have any anti-aircraft defences. A
gentleman's agreement seemed to
prevail, designating Dresden an
Fleeing Stalin's Bolsheviks Flooded
For months the
flood of refugees fleeing the Red
Army, just 60 miles away, had
swollen the city's population to
well over a million. With them came
accounts of Soviet horrors and
atrocities, but Dresden topped it
Children Were At A Circus Hours
people felt relatively safe; and
although the mood was grim, the
circus played to a full house that
night as thousands came to forget
for a moment the horrors of war.
Bands of little girls paraded about
in carnival dress in an effort to
bolster waning spirits. Half-sad
smiles greeted the laughing girls,
but spirits were lifted.
realized that in less than 24 hours
many of those same innocent children
would die screaming in Churchill's
the Russian Bolsheviks were savages,
but they felt that Britain and
America, were civilized. If they
considered that Eisenhower,
Churchill, and Roosevelt had
they would see the terrible revenge
Wanted Dresden Obliterated
So, when those
first alarms signaled the start of
14 hours of hell, Dresden's people
streamed dutifully into their
shelters. But they did so without
much enthusiasm, believing the
alarms to be false, since their city
had never been threatened from the
never come out alive, for the
revenge of Solomon was at hand.
What where Churchill's
motives? They appear to have been political
rather than military. Historians unanimously
agree that Dresden had no military value
whatever. What industry it did have produced
only cigarettes and china. But the Yalta
Conference was coming up, in which the
Soviets and their Western allies would sit
down like ghouls to carve up the shattered
corpse of Europe.
citizens barely had time to reach
their shelters. The first bomb fell
at 10:09 p.m. The attack lasted 24
minutes, leaving the inner city a
raging sea of fire. Precision
saturation bombing had created the
desired firestorm. A firestorm
is caused when hundreds of smaller
fires join in one vast
Huge masses of
air are sucked in to feed the
inferno, causing an artificial
tornado. Those persons unlucky
enough to be caught in the rush of
wind are hurled down entire streets
into the flames. Those who seek
refuge underground often suffocate,
as oxygen is pulled from the air to
feed the blaze, or they perish in a
blast of white heat - heat intense
enough to melt human flesh.
Cut Down In
who survived told of seeing "young
women carrying babies running up and
down the streets, their dresses and
hair on fire, screaming until they
fell down, or the collapsing
buildings fell on top of them."
There was a
three-hour pause between the first
and second raids. The lull had been
calculated to lure civilians from
their shelters into the open again.
To escape the flames, tens of
thousands of civilians had crowded
a magnificent park nearly one and a
half miles square. The second
raid came at 1:22 a.m., with no
warning. Twice as many bombers
returned, with a massive load of
incendiary bombs. The second wave
was designed to spread the raging
firestorm into the Grosser Garten.
It was a
complete 'success'. Within a few
minutes, a sheet of flame ripped
across the grass, uprooting trees
and littering the branches of others
with everything from bicycles to
human limbs. At the start of
the second air assault, many were
still huddled in tunnels and
cellars, waiting for the fires of
the first attack to die down.
At 1:30 a.m. an ominous rumble
reached the ears of the commander of
a Labour Service convoy sent into
the city on a rescue mission. He
described it this way:- 'The
detonation shook the cellar walls.
The sound of the explosions mingled
with a new, stranger sound which
seemed to come closer and closer,
the sound of a thundering waterfall;
it was the sound of the mighty
tornado howling in the inner city.'
Melting Human Flesh
Others, hiding below ground,
died. But they died
painlessly. They simply
glowed bright orange and
blue in the darkness. As the
heat intensified, they
either disintegrated into
cinders or melted into a
thick liquid often three or
four feet deep in spots.
February 14th, the Americans
flew the last raid swept
over the city. Their bombers
pounded the rubble that had
been Dresden for a steady 38
minutes with cold-blooded
appeared low over the city, strafing
anything that moved, including a
column of rescue vehicles rushing to
the city to evacuate survivors. One
strafing assault/massacre was aimed
at the banks of the Elbe River,
where refugees had huddled during
the horrible night.
Dresden had become a hospital town,
and nurses brought the wounded to
Elbe river. The low-flying
Mustangs machine-gunned those
helpless patients, as well as
thousands of old men, women and
children who had escaped the city
When the last
plane left the sky, Dresden was a
scorched ruin, its blackened streets
filled with corpses. A flock of
vultures escaped from the zoo and
fattened on the carnage. Rats
swarmed over the piles of the dead.
A Swiss citizen described his visit
to Dresden two weeks after the
raid:- 'I could see torn-off
arms and legs, mutilated torsos and
heads which had been wrenched from
their bodies and rolled away.
The 500,000 death toll was
staggering, considering Hiroshima
was estimated at 90,000.
apologists compared Dresden to
Coventry, where 380 died. Coventry
was a centre of the motor and
munitions industries, a legitimate
military target. Dresden, on the
other hand, produced nothing in
comparison with the London Blitz -
which I acknowledge was bad and
showed the bravery of the London
people, it should still be
considered in the light of the
destruction visited upon Dresden. In
just one night, 16,000 acres of land
were destroyed in the Dresden
massacre, whereas London escaped
with damage to only 600 acres during
the entire war.
Won't Touch The Subject
If ever there
was a war crime, then certainly the
Dresden Holocaust ranks as one of
the most sordid of all time.
Yet there are
no movies made today condemning this
fiendish slaughter; nor did any
Allied airman - or Sir Winston - sit
in the dock at Nuremberg.
version is Churchill ordered the
Dresden slaughter to appease Stalin.
The cold-blooded sadism of the
massacre, however, is brushed aside
by Churchill's biographers, a madman
who order a slaughter of a
half million people.
The Warsaw Ghetto Was The
Jews started WW-2, but sat
it out in their comfy
ghettos. When Hitler need
manpower for his armament
machine, he dragged the
Polish Jews out of their
The War Didn't
Effect Their Ghettos
It should be noted
that years before
the publication of
Irving had already
Jewish pressure had
been one of the main
factors behind the
Allied decision to
bomb and devastate
German cities. In
1961, during his
research "into the
causation of the
bombing of Dresden,"
in this operation to
the curator of the
Wealthy Jews Sat in
Their visited Paris,
or where ever the
World Jewish Congress
Based on dubious German testimony,
Irving requested confirmation of the
claim that the World Jewish Congress
had demanded the liquidation of
Dresden in reprisal for the crushing
of the Warsaw Ghetto uprising and
the destruction of the ghetto
Patton arrived and cleaned up Eisenhower's mess.
Other Generals Wanted Eisenhower Removed
Eisenhower botched everything, blaming his generals, and
US soldiers. Roosevelt had to fly over to Tunis, and
stop a mutiny over his Kasserine
After the battle, Eisenhower swaggered around
Tunis with Summersby, as he reviewed the
Eisenhower Goes Back To London
Eisenhower lives at Telegraph Cottage, a ten acre Country
Estate, outside of London. He attends dinner parties, and is
an embarrassment, whipping around London in his staff car,
flags flying, with his British Mistress at the wheel.
Eisenhower's Fashion Model Companion
After North Africa, and Sicily, he returns with
his 26 yr old mistress.
In 1943 Eisenhower is the Supreme Commander of
the Allied forces in Europe.Gen. Montgomery
considered Eisenhower a clown.
Long horse rides, card games, and snuggles
She got hammered at a party, and told an aide about 'Ikie'
and his bed habits, how he would get a little too excited,
and she got left panting. Somersby wrote a book 'Past
Forgetting' on their affair.
Patton Was A Field Commander
He was in practically ever major battle, even the
Germans respected him.
Patton Was Repulsed By Stalin
Patton, who was 6', considered Stalin a 5' 6" squinty
eyed Bolshevik. He was infuriated over operation Keelhaul,
and Eisenhower's death camps.
Battle Of The Bulge -Eisenhower's Blunder
Hitler built a massive offensive, hid it in the Ardennes
forest, while Eisenhower was at Telegraph cottage, with
Summersby, and his dog 'Telek'.
Patton warned Eisenhower
about the possibility
of a German attack. Patton took Bastogne, and saved
Eisenhower from a real catastrophe.
If Hitler had captured Antwerp, it could have cost
200,000 American lives, and resulted in a negotiated
surrender. As it was, there were 81,000
US casualties, with 18,000
Eisenhower's Other Involvements
FIREBOMBING OF GERMANY: --
World Jewry demanded
revenge for being taken out of their ghettos, and being put
in work camps.
: --- Eisenhower
rounded up 1.5 million anti-communist refugees, shipped them
to Stalin, and they were sent to the gulags, and killed.
---- Eisenhower had 1.4 million
Germans soldiers put into open fields, and the death told
was over a million.
The Jewish interests pushed the 'Morgenthau
Plan', which wanted Germans sterilized,
their industries wrecked, and the country divided
into three parts.
Patton Was Too Dangerous
Eisenhower was a clown, and it was the Jewish
press that made him a hero. If Patton had political backing, he
could have savaged Eisenhower.
Patton wasn't just a soldier, he was an actor,
political candidate. He saw
himself as the ancient Roman conquering hero, another Caesar.
Patton detested Eisenhower, he saw the Soviets
as the real enemy, and would have entered the race. Maybe a
Patton-Lindberg ticket, backed by Henry Ford's crowd.
Los Angeles - June 12,1945
Full Version Below
The 'Unedited' Speech From The Movie
Somewhere in England
June 5th, 1944
The big camp buzzed with a tension. For hundreds of eager rookies, newly
arrived from the states, it was a great day in their lives.
This day marked their first taste of the "real thing". Now they were not
merely puppets in brown uniforms. They were not going through the motions of
soldiering with three thousand miles of ocean between them and English soil.
They were actually in the heart of England itself. They were waiting for the
arrival of that legendary figure, Lieutenant General George S. Patton, Jr.
Old "Blood and Guts" himself, about whom many a colorful chapter would be
written for the school boys of tomorrow. Patton of the brisk, purposeful
stride. Patton of the harsh, compelling voice, the lurid vocabulary, the
grim and indomitable spirit that carried him and his Army to glory in Africa
and Sicily. They called him "America's Fightingest General". He was no desk
commando. He was the man who was sent for when the going got rough and a
fighter was needed. He was the most hated and feared American of all on the
part of the German Army.
Patton was coming and the stage was being set. He would address a move
which might have a far reaching effect on the global war that, at the
moment, was a TOP-SECRET in the files in Washington, D.C.
By now the rumor had gotten around that Lieutenant General Simpson,
Commanding General of the Fourth Army, was to be with General Patton. The
men stirred expectantly. Two of the big boys in one day!
"We are here", said General Simpson, "to listen to the words of a great
man. A man who will lead you all into whatever you may face with heroism,
ability, and foresight. A man who has proven himself amid shot and shell. My
greatest hope is that some day soon, I will have my own Army fighting with
his, side by side."
General Patton arose and strode swiftly to the microphone.
The men snapped to their feet and stood silently. Patton surveyed the sea of
brown with a grim look. "Be seated", he said.
The words were not a request, but a command. The General's voice rose high
"Men, this stuff that some sources sling around about America wanting out
of this war, not wanting to fight, is a crock of bullshit. Americans love to
fight, traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle.
You are here today for three reasons. 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. Americans love a winner. Americans will not
tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win all of
the time. 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; for the very
idea of losing is hateful to an American."
The General paused and looked over the crowd.
"You are not all
going to die," he said slowly. "Only two percent of you right here today
would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Death, in time, comes
to all men. Yes, every man is scared in his first battle. If he says he's
not, he's a liar. 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. Some men get over their fright in a minute under fire. For some, it
takes an hour. For some, it takes days. 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. They are not supermen."
"All through your Army careers, you men have bitched about what you call
"chicken shit drilling". That, like everything else in this Army, has a
definite purpose. That purpose is alertness. Alertness must be bred into
every soldier. I don't give a fuck for a man who's not always on his toes.
You men are veterans or you wouldn't be here. You are ready for what's to
come. 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-asshole-bitch is going to
sneak up behind you and beat you to death with a sockful of shit!"
The men roared in agreement.
Patton's grim expression did not change.
"There are four hundred
neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily", he roared into the microphone,
"All because one man went to sleep on the job". He
paused and the men grew silent.
"But they are German graves, because
we caught the bastard asleep before they did".
The General clutched the microphone tightly, his
jaw out-thrust, and he continued, "An Army is a team. It lives,
sleeps, eats, and fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is pure
horse shit. The bilious bastards who write that kind of stuff for the
Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real fighting under fire
than they know about fucking!"
The men slapped their legs and rolled in glee. This was Patton as the men
had imagined him to be, and in rare form, too. He hadn't let them down. He
was all that he was cracked up to be, and more. He had IT!
"We have the finest food, the finest equipment, the best spirit, and the
best men in the world", Patton bellowed. He lowered his head and shook it
pensively. Suddenly he snapped erect, faced the men belligerently and
thundered, "Why, by God, I actually pity those poor sons-of-bitches we're
going up against. By God, I do". The men clapped and
howled delightedly. There would be many a barracks tale about the "Old
Man's" choice phrases. They would become part and parcel of Third Army's
history and they would become the bible of their slang.
"My men don't surrender", Patton continued, "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 bull shit 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. There was a real man!"
Patton stopped and the crowd waited. He continued more quietly,
"All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. Every
single man in this Army plays a vital role. Don't ever let up. Don't ever
think that your job is unimportant. Every man has a job to do and he must do
it. Every man is a vital link in the great chain. 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? The cowardly bastard could
say, "Hell, they won't miss me, just one man in thousands". But, what if
every man thought that way? Where in the hell would we be now? What would
our country, our loved ones, our homes, even the world, be like? No,
Goddamnit, Americans don't think like that. Every man does his job. Every
man serves the whole. 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. Every last man on K.P. has a job to do, even the one who heats our
water to keep us from getting the 'G.I. Shits'."
Patton paused, took a deep breath, and continued,
"Each man must
not think only of himself, but also of his buddy fighting beside him. We
don't want yellow cowards in this Army. They should be killed off like rats.
If not, they will go home after this war and breed more cowards. The brave
men will breed more brave men. 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. He answered, "Fixing the wire, Sir". I asked, "Isn't that a
little unhealthy right about now?" He answered, "Yes Sir, but the Goddamned
wire has to be fixed". I asked, "Don't those planes strafing the road bother
you?" And he answered, "No, Sir, but you sure as hell do!" Now, there was a
real man. A real soldier. 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. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night
they rolled over those son-of-a-bitching roads, never stopping, never
faltering from their course, with shells bursting all around them all of the
time. We got through on good old American guts. 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. They did it, and in one hell of a way they did
it. They were part of a team. 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 General paused and stared challengingly over the silent ocean of men.
One could have heard a pin drop anywhere on that vast hillside. The only
sound was the stirring of the breeze in the leaves of the bordering trees
and the busy chirping of the birds in the branches of the trees at the
"Don't forget," Patton barked, "you men don't know that I'm here. No
mention of that fact is to be made in any letters. The world is not supposed
to know what the hell happened to me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this
Army. I'm not even supposed to be here in England. Let the first bastards to
find out be the Goddamned Germans. Some day I want to see them raise up on
their piss-soaked hind legs and howl, 'Jesus Christ, it's the Goddamned
Third Army again and that son-of-a-fucking-bitch Patton'."
"We want to get the hell over there", Patton continued, "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 men roared approval and cheered delightedly. This statement had real
significance behind it. Much more than met the eye and the men instinctively
sensed the fact. They knew that they themselves were going to play a very
great part in the making of world history. They were being told as much
right now. Deep sincerity and seriousness lay behind the General's colorful
words. The men knew and understood it. They loved the way he put it, too, as
only he could.
Patton continued quietly,
"Sure, we want to go home. We want this
war over with. 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. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. And when we get to
Berlin", he yelled, "I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging
son-of-a-bitch Hitler. Just like I'd shoot a snake!"
"When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a
German will get to him eventually. The hell with that idea. The hell with
taking it. My men don't dig foxholes. I don't want them to. Foxholes only
slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don't give the enemy time to dig one
either. 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; or ever will have.
We're not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, 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 cocksuckers by the
bushel-fucking-basket. War is a bloody, killing business. You've got to
spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot
them in the guts. 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!"
"I don't want to get any messages saying, "I am holding my position." We
are not holding a Goddamned thing. Let the Germans do that. We are advancing
constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the
enemy's balls. We are going to twist his balls and kick the living shit 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;
like shit through a tin horn!"
"From time to time there will be some complaints that we are pushing our
people too hard. I don't give a good Goddamn about such complaints. I
believe in the old and sound rule that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon
of blood. The harder WE push, the more Germans we will kill. The more
Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing means fewer
casualties. I want you all to remember that."
The General paused. His eagle like eyes swept over the hillside. He said
"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. You may be
thankful that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace
with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what you did in the great
World War II, you WON'T have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say,
"Well, your Granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana." No, Sir, you can look
him straight in the eye and say, "Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great
Third Army and a Son-of-a-Goddamned-Bitch named Georgie Patton!"