Extensive List Of General George S. Patton Jr. Quotes

I found these quotes many years ago and have read them all many times. I consider the wisdom contained in many of these quotes to be almost on a Biblical level. They were profoundly influential to me as a child. I was sad to find the website where I originally found them to no longer exist, but I’m happy now to provide them for everyone now. Enjoy.

PATTON’S QUOTES

ARNOLD, GENERAL HENRY H.

Hap Arnold is the only one who understands the Mongols except for me. But, the rest are waking up.

BASTOGNE (ARDENNES OFFENSIVE)

The First Army is making a terrible mistake in leaving the VIII Corps static, as it is highly probable that the Germans are building up to the east of them.

When I said that I could attack on the 22nd of December, it created quite a commotion.

The situation at Bastogne is grave, but not desperate.

The 101st Airborne call themselves the triple B’s. Battered Bastards of Bastogne. They did well, but like the Marines of the last war, they get more credit than they deserve.

I was more amused than surprised when Eisenhower failed to make any remark about my Bastogne operation; in fact, he made no reference whatever to the great successes of the Third Army.

Courtney Hodges and Omar Bradley both received Distinguished Service Medals for their unsuccessful defense of the ‘Bulge’. I did not receive one for successfully defending it.

BATTLE FATIGUE (COWARDICE)

It has come to my attention that a very small number of soldiers are going to the hospitals on the pretext that they are nervously incapable of combat. Such men are cowards, and they bring discredit to the Army and disgrace to their comrades, whom they heartlessly leave to endure the dangers of battle, while they, themselves, use the hospitals as a means of escape.

General John A. Crane, to whose Brigade Private Bennet belongs, stated to me afterwards that the man was Absent Without Leave and that he had gone to the rear by falsely representing his condition to the Battery Surgeon. It is rather a commentary on justice when an Army commander has to soft soap a skulker to placate the timidity of those in command above.

The number of cases of ‘war wearies’ (the new name for cowardice) and self-inflicted wounds have dropped materially since we got moving. People like to play on a winning team.

BRADLEY, GENERAL OMAR N.

I can’t make out whether Ike thinks Bradley is a better close in fighter than I am or whether he wants to keep in with General Marshall, who likes Bradley. I know that Bradley is completely loyal to me.

Keyes is very dashing. Bradley and Middleton are more methodical. All of them are infinitely loyal and of superior effectiveness.

I have a feeling, probably unfounded, that neither Monty nor Bradley are too anxious for me to have a command. If they knew what little respect I had for the fighting ability of either of them, they would be even less anxious for me to show them up.

It is really a great plan. Wholly my own, and I made Bradley believe that he thought of it.

Omar is O.K., but not dashing.

Bradley was picked for his present job of Army Group Commander long before the ‘slap’. Bradley says that he will put me in the fight as soon as he can. He could do it right now and with much benefit to himself, if he had any backbone.

Bradley and Hodges are such nothings. Their virtue is that they get along by doing nothing.

Collins and Bradley are too prone to cut off heads. This type of leadership will make division commanders lose their self confidence.

Bedell Smith arrived and, as usual, was very assertive. As usual he knew nothing. Bradley took him down hard and he was better afterward.

Bradley is too conservative. He wants to wait until we can all jump into the fight together, by which time half of our men will have the flu or trench foot. I wish he had a little more daring.

Bradley is a good officer, but he utterly lacks ‘it’. Too bad.

Bradley is a man of great mediocrity. On the other hand, he has many attributes which are considered desirable in a general. He wears glasses; he has a strong jaw; he talks profoundly and says little; and he is a shooting companion of our present Chief of Staff, General Marshall. Also, he is a loyal man. I consider him to be among our better generals.

We had quite a long talk and I told Bradley a lot of my best ideas to tell to General Marshall. I suppose I should have kept them to myself, but I am not built that way. The sooner they are put into effect, the better it will be for our Army.

His success is due to his lack of backbone and his subservience to those above him. I will manage without him. In fact, I always have. Even in Sicily he had to be carried. Personally, I fight every order that I do not like, which makes me very unpopular, but successful.

I do not wish any more of my ideas to be used without credit to me, which is what happens when I give them orally to Bradley.

Courtney Hodges and Omar Bradley both received a Distinguished Service Medal for their unsuccessful defense of the ‘Bulge’. I did not receive one for successfully defending it.

BRITISH, THE

Alexander said that it was foolish to consider British and Americans as one people, as we were each foreigners to the other. I said that it was a correct concept and the sooner that everyone recognized it, the better. I told him that my boisterous method of command would not work with the British no matter how successful it might be with Americans, while his cold reserve method would never work with Americans. He agreed.

It is noteworthy that Alexander, the ‘Allied Commander’ of a British and American Army, had no Americans with him. What fools we are.

This is a horse race. The prestige of the United States Army is at stake. We must take Messina before the British do.

Alexander has no idea of the power and speed of an American Army. We can go twice as fast and hit harder than the British.

I am fed up with being treated like a moron by the British. There is no national honor nor prestige left to us. Ike must go. He is a typical case of a beggar on horseback; he could not stand the prosperity.

One can only conclude that where the Eighth Army is in trouble we are to expend our lives gladly; but when the Eighth is going well, we are to halt so as not to take any glory. It is an inspiring method of making war and shows rare qualities of leadership, and Ike falls for it! Oh, for a Pershing!

It is noticeable that most of the American officers here are pro British, even Ike. I am not, repeat not, pro British.

The British are doing nothing in a big way, not even holding the German Divisions in front of them, as two have left their front and have come to ours.

CHURCHILL, WINSTON SPENCER

He strikes me as cunning rather than brilliant, but he has great tenacity. He is easily flattered, all of them are.

Finally, the Prime Minister made a really great fighting speech, worth all that proceeded it.

Later, when we were going along well and could easily have taken Berlin, Churchill asked Ike to do it. Ike replied by stating that it was Churchill’s fault that the line had been established where it was.

I believe that this was a great mistake on Ike’s part because, had we taken the country to the Moldau River and Berlin, we would have saved a great deal of agricultural Germany and prevented what I believe historians will consider a horrid crime and a great loss of prestige by letting the Russians take the two leading capitals of Europe.

CLARK, GENERAL MARK WAYNE

Clark was trying to be nice, but it makes my flesh creep to be with him.

Ike and Clark were in conference as to what to do. Neither of them had been to the front, so they showed great lack of decision. They have no knowledge of men or war. Too damned slick, especially Clark.

As far as I am concerned, General Clark has explained nothing. He seems to me more preoccupied with bettering his own future than in winning the war.

Wayne has his camp in the garden of a palace after which Versailles was copied. It is very beautiful, but too far to the rear.

Things are going worse with the 5th Army. Last night they flew in a regimental combat team of the 82nd Airborne to help out. It is noteworthy that when I asked for similar assistance last month, I was told that the 82nd was too valuable to be wasted as infantry.

I just saw a dispatch from the Navy in which it seems that Clark has re-embarked. I consider this fatal for a commander. Think of the effect on the troops. A commander, once ashore, must either conquer or die.

DARBY, LIEUTENANT COLONEL

Bradley wanted to get Lieutenant Colonel Darby to command the 180th Regimental Combat Team of the 45th Division with the rank of Colonel. Darby preferred to stay with the Rangers. This the first time I ever saw a man turn down a promotion. Darby is a great soldier. I gave him the Distinguished Service Cross.

DISCIPLINE

Lack of discipline at play means the loss of the game. Lack of discipline in war means death or defeat, which is worse than death. The prize of a game is nothing. The prize of war is the greatest of all prizes – Freedom.

There is only one kind of discipline; perfect discipline. If you do not enforce and maintain discipline, you are potential murderers.

It is the common experience of mankind that in moments of great excitement the conscious mental processes of the brain no longer operate. All actions are subconscious, the result of habits. Troops whose training and discipline depend on conscious thought become helpless crowds in battle. To send forth such men is murder. Hence, in creating an Army, we must strive at the production of soldiers, so trained that in the midst of battle they will still function.

When at the beginning of the football season the quarterback barks his numbers at the crouching players he excites an innate opposition; the feeling of ‘why in the hell should I do what he says?’. Yet until that feeling is banished by habit, the team is dead on it’s feet. The soldier at attention and saluting, is putting himself in the same frame of mind as the player; alert, on his toes, receptive. In battle, the officers are the quarterbacks, the men are the disciplined team on their toes, with that lightning response to orders which means victory, and the lack of which mean death and defeat.

The purposes of discipline and training are; 1. To insure obedience and orderly movement. 2. To produce synthetic courage. 3. To provide methods of combat. 4. To prevent or delay the breakdown of the first three due to the excitement of battle.

There has been, and is now, a great deal of talk about discipline; but few people, in or out of the Army, know what it is or why it is necessary.

All human beings have an innate resistance to obedience. Discipline removes this resistance and, by constant repetition, makes obedience habitual and subconscious.

Unless you do your best, the day will come when, tired and hungry, you will halt just short of the goal you were ordered to reach and by halting, you will make useless the efforts and deaths of thousands.

I’ll bet that the Tank Corps will have discipline if nothing else.

Battle is an orgy of disorder. No level lawn nor marker flags exist to aid us in strutting ourselves in vain display, but rather groups of weary, wandering men seeking gropingly for means to kill their foes. The sudden change from accustomed order to utter disorder, to chaos, but emphasizes the folly of schooling to precision and obedience where only fierceness and habituated disorder are useful.

Discipline, which is but mutual trust and confidence, is the key to all success in peace or war.

A mechanical Army only manned by mechanics who were not at the same time soldiers, would be a mess.

Discipline must be a habit so ingrained that it is stronger than the excitement of battle or the fear of death.

This ‘Blood and Guts’ stuff is quite distasteful to me. I am a very severe disciplinarian because I know that without discipline it is impossible to win battles, and that without discipline to send men into battle is to commit murder.

Personally, I am of the opinion that older men of experience, who have smelled powder and have been wounded, are of more value than mere youthful exuberance, which has not yet been disciplined. However, I seem to be in the minority in this belief.

Brave, undisciplined men have no chance against the discipline and valor of other men.

There was one cadet standing at attention when I was inspecting him who had a fly crawling around his eye and he never winked. I believe that this is the epitome of discipline.

I saw hundreds of men of the First Army doing nothing. I issued orders that we keep a close check on our men to see that they are gainfully employed.

I have never seen in any Army, at any time, including the German Imperial Army of 1912, as severe discipline as exists in the Russian Army.

DUTY, HONOR, COUNTRY

The duties of an officer are the safety, honor and welfare of your country first; the honor, welfare, and comfort of the men in your command second; and the officer’s own ease, comfort, and safety last.

There is a great deal of talk about loyalty from the bottom to the top. Loyalty from the top down is even more necessary and is much less prevalent. One of the most frequently noted characteristics of great men who have remained great is loyalty to their subordinates.

In my opinion, we will only win this war through blood, sacrifice, and courage. In order to get willing fighters, we must develop the highest possible ‘Esprit de Corps’. Therefore, the removal of distinctive badges and insignia from the uniform is highly detrimental. To die willingly, as many of us must, we must have tremendous pride not only in our nation and in ourselves, but also in the unit to which we belong.

We must keep moving. Do not sit down. Do not say, “I have done enough.” Always see what else you can do to raise hell with the enemy. You must have a desperate determination to continually go forward.

I wish to assure all of my officers and soldiers that I have never and will never criticize them for having done too much. However, I shall certainly relieve them for doing nothing.

I consider it no sacrifice to die for my country. In my mind, we came here to thank God that men like these have lived rather than to regret that they have died.

Sometimes I think I will simply resign and not be a further party to the degradation of my country.

We must have more decorations and we must not give them out with a niggard hand. A young soldier upon being asked by Napoleon what he desired in recompense for an heroic act said, “Sire, the Legion of Honor”, to which Napoleon replied, “My boy, you are over young for such an honor.” The soldier again said, “Sire, in your service, we do not grow old.” This story is as true as it is tragic. Our men do not grow old. We must exploit their abilities and satisfy their longings to the utmost during the brief span of their existence. Surely, an inch of satin for a machine gun nest put out of action is a bargain not to be lightly passed up.

EDDY, GENERAL MANTON S.

General Eddy is very nervous, very much inclined to be grasping and always worrying that some other Corps Commander is getting a better deal than he is, but when the decision is made, he always does as he is told.

EISENHOWER, GENERAL DWIGHT DAVID

Ike said to me in departing, “Every time I get a new star, I get attacked.” And I said, “And every time you get attacked, I pull you out.”

Eisenhower is either unwilling or unable to command Montgomery.

Ike asked me to dinner. Butcher, a British aide-de-camp, a WAAC Captain, and Kay Summersby were also present. Ike was very nasty and show-offish. He always is when Kay is present. He criticized General Lee for his flamboyance, but he would give a million to possess it himself.

Ike said to me, “You are fundamentally honest on the larger issues, but are too fanatical in your friendships.” It is a good thing for him that someone is.

I wish to God that Ike would leave and take Smith with him. They cramp my style. It is better to rule in hell than to serve in heaven.

So far in my dealings with him, he has never once mentioned in a complimentary way any action that I or any other officer have performed. I do not believe that it is intentional, but just carelessness; however, it is poor leadership. He had on his new five star insignia. It is a very pretty insignia.

I was more amused than surprised when Eisenhower failed to make any remark about my Bastogne operation. In fact, he made no reference whatsoever to the great successes of the Third Army.

Ike was quite apologetic about the ‘four star’ business, but has, however, good reasons. That is, you must maintain the hierarchy of command or else relieve them, and he had no reason for relieving them. At the moment I am having so much fun fighting that I don’t care what my rank is.

This so called ‘re-deployment’ is really a vote catching program. Ike’s people were here to explain the unexplainable.

Later, when we were going well and could have easily taken Berlin, Churchill asked Ike to do it and Ike replied that it was Churchill’s fault that the line had been established where it was. I believe this was a great mistake on his part because had we taken the country to the Moldau River and Berlin we would have saved a great deal of agricultural Germany and prevented what I believe historians will consider a horrid crime and a great loss of prestige in letting the Russians take the two leading capitals of Europe.

If Ike, etc. don’t like what I do, they can relieve me. Then I will resign, not retire, and I can tell the world a few truths which will be worth saying.

Ike has an unfortunate habit of underrating all Americans who come under him and overrating all British and all Americans who have served elsewhere.

I wish to God that Ike were more of a soldier, and less of a politician.

We suffer very much from lack of command. No one is running the show.

Ike has no conception of physical command. He has never exercised it.

Of course, I was originally selected for ‘Torch’ through the direct action of Ike and therefore I owe him a good deal. On the other hand, I have paid my way ever since.

His is the style of an office seeker rather than that of a soldier.

Neither Ike nor Brad has the stuff. Ike is bound hand and foot by the British and does not know it. Poor fool. We actually have no supreme commander. No one can take hold and say that this shall be done and that shall be done. It is very unfortunate and I see no solution to the situation.

I told him that if I were reduced to Colonel, I demanded the right to command one of the assault regiments; that this was not a favor, but a right.

Ike replied, “Don’t I know it, but what can I do?” That is a hell of a remark for a ‘supreme commander’.

Monty does what he pleases and Ike says, “Yes, Sir!”

Ike was very pontifical and quoted Clauswitz to us, who have commanded larger forces than Clauswitz ever heard of.

Ike kept talking about the future ‘Great Battle of Germany’ while we assured him that the Germans have nothing left to fight with and if we push on now, there will not be a ‘Great Battle of Germany’.

Ike is all for caution since he has never been to the front and has no feel for actual fighting.

At 0800 hours, we heard on the radio that Ike had said that ‘Monty’ was the greatest living soldier and that he is now a ‘Field Marshall’.

I wish that Ike were more of a gambler, but he is certainly a lion compared to Montgomery. And Bradley is better than Ike as far is nerve is concerned.

Ike is not well and is very querulous and keeps saying how hard it is to be so high and never to have heard a hostile shot. He could correct that situation very easily if he wanted to. I also think that he is timid.

Ike and Clark were in conference as to what to do. Neither of them had been to the front, so they showed great lack of decision. They have no knowledge of men or war. Too damned slick, especially Clark.

I am flying to see Ike. He and Clark certainly need to know the facts of life. They send some of the most foolish instructions that I have ever read.

Ike was fine, except that he spoke of lunch as ‘tiffin’, of gasoline as ‘petrol’, and of anti-aircraft as ‘flack’. I truly fear that London has conquered Abilene.

Ike is not as rugged mentally as I had thought. He vacillates and is not realistic.

Ike is getting megalomania.

It is noticeable that most of the American officers here are pro British, even Ike. I am not, repeat, not pro British.

I spent the night at Ike’s. Lieutenant Kay Summersby came to supper. Ike and I talked until 0129 hours. He is beginning to see the light but is too full of himself. I was quite frank with him about the British and he took it.

Ike walked the floor for some time, orating, and then he asked me to mention how hard he worked, what great risks he had taken, and how well he had handled the British, in my next letter to General Marshall.

Ike needs a few loyal and unselfish men around him, even if he is too weak a character to be worthy of us. But if I do my duty I will be paid in the end.

It is always depressing to me to see how completely Ike is under the influence of the British. He even prefers steel tracks to rubber tracks on tanks because ‘Monty’ does.

We are in the clutches of the ‘masterminds’ here with the inevitable result that we are changing our plans more often than we are changing our underwear. I have been consulted no more than I was when we landed in Sicily.

Ike and I dined alone and we have a very pleasant time. He is drinking too much but is terribly lonely. I really feel sorry for him. I think that in his heart he knows that he is really not commanding anything.

Ike told me that he had not yet decided which of us three, Hodges, Bradley, or I, should command the Army Group. Bradley will!

Ike is getting foolish and bothering about things such as who is to be head nurse; far below his dignity.

Ike has never been subjected to air attack or any other form of possible death. However, he is such a straw man that his future is secure. The British will never let him go.

At no time did Ike wish us luck and say that he was back of us. He is a fool.

Ike said, “You are a great leader, but a poor planner.” I replied that except for ‘Torch’ which I had planned and which was a high success, I have never been given a chance to plan.

Ike arrived. We had a scout car and a Guard of Honor for him. The Guard of Honor was from his old battalion of the 15th Infantry, the only unit he ever commanded.

Ike is now wearing suede shoes, ‘a la’ British.

When I took Ike to my room to show him the situation, he was not much interested, but he began to compare the sparsity of my reports with the almost hourly news bulletins of the 8th Army under Montgomery.

Ike called up late and said that, “My American boss will visit you in the morning.” I asked, “When did Mamie arrive”? Man cannot serve two masters.

I think that if you treat a skunk nicely, he will not piss on you — as often.

Lieutenant General Cocran, the son of a bitch, called our troops cowards. Ike says that since they were serving in his Corps that it was O.K. I told him that had I so spoken of the British under me, my head would come off. He agreed, but does nothing to Cocran.

It is noteworthy that had I done what Cunningham did, I would have been relieved of duty. Ike told me later that he could not punish Cunningham because he was a New Zealander and political reasons forbade it. Unfortunately, I am neither a Democrat nor Republican. Just a soldier.

I am fed up with being treated like a moron by the British. There is no national honor nor prestige left us the Americans. Ike must go. He is a typical case of a beggar on horseback; ‘could not stand the prosperity’.

One can only conclude that where the Eighth Army is in trouble, we are to expend our lives gladly; but when the Eighth Army is going well, we are to halt so as not to take any glory. It is an inspiring method of making war and shows rare quality in our leadership. And Ike falls for it! Oh, for a Pershing!

Ike talked in glittering generalities and then said as nearly as I can remember, “George, you are my oldest friend, but if you or anyone else criticizes the British, by God, I will reduce him to his permanent grade and send him home.”

Ike made the sensational statement that while hostilities were in progress, the one important thing was order and discipline, but that now that hostilities were over the important thing was to stay in with ‘world opinion’. Apparently whether it was right or wrong.

Eisenhower was also quite anxious for me to run for congress. I presume in the belief that I might help him.

Ike is bitten by the Presidential Bug and he is YELLOW.

Apparently Ike has to a high degree the ‘Messiah Complex’ for which he can’t be blamed since everybody bootlicks him except me.

Eisenhower was more excited than I have ever seen him, and I believe that this can be traced to the fact that he is very much worried about the delay in getting appointed as Chief of Staff at home. He fears that if he stays here, he will lose some of his prestige.

Prince Bernhard of Holland decorated a number of SHAEF officers, including Lieutenant Kay Summersby. She was in a high state of nerves as a result of hearing that General Eisenhower would not be returning.

How can anyone expect any backbone in a man who is already running for President.

I feel that as an American it will ill become me to discredit Ike yet. That is, until I shall prove even more conclusively that he lacks moral fortitude. This lack has been evident to me since the first landing in Africa, but now that he has been bitten by the Presidential Bee, it is becoming even more pronounced.

FLINT, HARRY (PADDY)

Paddy Flint is clearly nuts, but he fights well.

GAY, GENERAL HOBART (HAPPY)

Hap Gay is not a world beater, but he is much better than many other Lieutenant Generals and far more loyal.

GERMANS AND GERMANY

The mention of Bitburg reminds me of an incident which I saw there, which is very illustrative of the Germans. I entered the town from the south while fighting was still going on along the northern edge, which was not too far distant, since Bitburg is a small place. In spite of the fact that shells were falling with considerable regularity, I saw five Germans, three women and two men, re-roofing a house. They were not even waiting for Lend Lease, as would be the case in several other countries which I could mention.

All Nazi’s are bad, but not all Germans are Nazi’s.

Actually, the Germans are the only decent people left in Europe. It’s a choice between them and the Russians. I prefer the Germans.

We are turning over to the French several hundred thousand Prisoners of War to be used as slave labor in France. It is amusing to recall that we fought the Revolution in defense of the rights of man and the Civil War to abolish slavery and have now gone back on both principles.

It is no more possible for a man to be a civil servant in Germany and not have paid lip service to the Nazi’s than it is for a man to be a postmaster in America and not have paid at least lip service to the Democratic Party or the Republican Party when they are in power.

If we let Germany and the German people be completely disintegrated and starved, they will certainly fall for Communism and the fall of Germany for Communism will write the epitaph of Democracy in the United States.

HARMON, GENERAL ERNEST N.

If it is desired to have an Armored Corps, I should recommend General Harmon to command it.

HISTORY

So far as the Atomic Bomb is concerned, while it is a scientific invention of the first water, it is not as earthshaking as you might think. When man first began fighting man, he unquestionably used his teeth, toenails, and fingernails. Then one day a very terrified or else very inventive genius picked up a rock and bashed a man in the head while he was gnawing at his vitals. The news of this unheard of weapon unquestionably shocked Neolithic Society, but they became accustomed to it. Thousands of years later, another genius picked up the splintered rib of a Mastodon and using it as a dagger, thrust it into the gentleman with a rock in his hand. Again, pre-historic society was shocked and said, “There will surely be no more wars. Did you hear about the Mastodon bone?” When the shield, slingshot, javelin and the sword and armor were successively invented, each in it’s turn was heralded by the proponents as a means of destroying the world or of stopping war. Certainly the advent of the Atomic Bomb was not half

as startling as the initial appearance of gunpowder. I remember two inventions which were supposed to stop war; namely the submarine and the tank. Yet, wars go blithely on and will continue to do so when your great grandchildren are very old men.

The great warriors of history were too busy and often too inept to write contemporaneously of their exploits. What they later put on paper was colored by strivings for enhanced fame or by political conditions then confronting their perished past. The violent simplicity in execution which procured for them a success and enthralled the world looked pale and uninspired on paper, so they invariably seasoned it.

Without benefit of aerial bombardment, ground smoke, artillery preparation and airborne assistance, the Third Army at 2200 hours, Thursday, 22nd March, 1945, crossed the Rhine River.

The 21st Army Group was supposed to cross the Rhine River on 24th March, 1945, and in order to be ready for this ‘earthshaking’ event, Mr. Churchill wrote a speech congratulating Field Marshall Montgomery on the ‘first’ assault crossing over the Rhine River in modern history. This speech was recorded and through some error on the part of the British Broadcasting Corporation, was broadcast. In spite of the fact that the Third Army had been across the Rhine River for some THIRTY-SIX HOURS.

History is replete with accounts of military inventions, each heralded by it’s disciples as the ‘Dernier Cri’, the ‘Key’ to victory.

It took me a long time to realize just how much a student of medieval history could gain from observing the Arab.

I have a notion that usually the great things a man does appear to be great only after we have passed them. When they are at hand they are normal decisions and are done without knowledge. In the case of a General, for example, the almost superhuman knowledge which he is supposed to possess exists only in the mind of his biographer.

I believe that for a man to become a great soldier it is necessary for him to be so thoroughly conversant with all sorts of military possibilities that whenever an occasion arises, he has at hand, without effort on his part, a parallel. To attain this end, I believe that it is necessary for a man to begin to read military history in it’s earliest and crudest form and to follow it down in natural sequence, permitting his mind to grow with his subject until he can grasp, without any effort, the most abstract question of the Science of War because he is already permeated with it’s elements.

We disregard the lessons of history.

I am convinced that more emphasis should be placed on history. The purpose of history is to learn how human beings react when exposed to the danger of wounds or death, and how high ranking individuals react when submitted to the onerous responsibility of conducting war or the preparation of war.

Save for the appearances, the Hoplite and the Rifleman are one. The emotions and consequent reactions which affected one affect the other.

Caesar, utilizing the rapid marching and high battle mobility of his professional armies, defeated many mass armies, all of which invariably outnumbered him.

Genghis Khan, by the use of higher mobility, led his Mongols to victory over many weak nations.

HODGES, GENERAL COURTNEY

Bradley and Hodges are such nothings. Their virtue is that they get along by doing nothing.

Even the tent maker admits that Courtney is dumb. He is also very jealous of me.

He is apparently less dumb than I considered him. I am personally very fond of him.

Courtney Hodges and Omar Bradley both got a Distinguished Service Medal for their unsuccessful defense of the Bulge. I did not get one for successfully defending it.

HUMOR

The following pun always elicited great applause in the Great War; “If the staff of life is bread, what is the life of the staff? One long loaf!”

Yesterday, the Field Marshall ordered SHAEF to have the Third Army go on the defensive, stand in place, and prepare to guard his right flank. The Field Marshall then announced the he will, after regrouping, make what he describes as a lightning thrust at the heart of Germany. “They will be off their guard,” he said, “and I shall pop out at them like an angry rabbit.”

In view of the prevalent opinion in America that soldiers are, of all persons, the least capable of discussing military matters and that their years of special training is nil com

pared to the innate military knowledge of lawyers, doctors, and preachers, I am probably guilty of a great heresy in daring to discuss tanks from the viewpoint of a tank officer.

I just took Trier with only two divisions. Do you want me to give it back?

Take this five gallon gasoline can to Montgomery with this message; “Although I am sadly short of gasoline myself, I know of your admiration for our equipment and supplies and I can spare you this five gallons. It will be more than enough to take you as far as you probably will advance in the next two days.”

One very funny thing happened in connection with the Morroccan troops. A Sicilian came to me and said that he had a complaint to make about the conduct of the Moroccans, or Goums, as they are called. He said that he well knew that all Goums were thieves, and also that they were murderers, and that sometimes they indulged in rape. These things he could understand and make allowances for but when they came into his house, killed his rabbits, and then skinned them right in his parlor, it was going too far.

General Anders of the Polish II Corps told me laughingly that if he got between a German Army and a Russian Army, he would have difficulty deciding which they should fight.

A man I once met while a young lieutenant in Texas was a panther hunter and he told me many strange adventures which others said were all true. He was very dark and commented on it saying, “Damnit, lieutenant, a feller took me for a Mex and I hadda shoot him three times ‘afore he believed I was white.” This impressed me very much and I assured him that he was the whitest man that I had ever seen.

The reason stated for the column leaving the road was that in this way they could avoid ricochets. A more complete immunity could be secured by not enlisting in the Army.

One of our American officers the other day began copying the British and started putting the initials of his decorations after his name; so today I wrote him a letter, adding the simple initials ‘S.O.B.’

The Third Army starts attacking in the morning, but we will go slow so the others can catch up.

The Germans have damn little arms left, unless they have reproducing tanks.

Soldiers are always contrary. I could issue them coats without buttons and I will bet that within twenty four hours they would find some, sew them on, and keep them buttoned.

JENSON, CAPTAIN RICHARD N.

He was a fine man and officer. He had no vices. I cannot see the reason why such fine young men get killed. I shall miss him a lot.

KEYES, GENERAL GEOFFREY

Keyes is very dashing, Bradley and Middleton are more methodical. All of them are infinitely loyal and of superior effectiveness.

I was delighted to see him. I think he is one of the most pleasant companions and most loyal friends that I have ever known.

KOCH, COLONEL OSCAR

Oscar Koch is the best damned intelligence officer in any United States Army Command.

LEADERSHIP

In picking a Command Post, you must always have a road net from which you can move forward to any portion of your line. A Command Post situated at a spot where it is necessary to move to the rear is disadvantageous. In this connection, it is always best, where practical, to drive to the front, so that the soldiers can see you going in that direction, and to same time, fly back by Cub plane so that you are never seen going to the rear.

There is nothing harsh in brief words of command any more than there is impoliteness in the brief wording of a telegram. Commands simply express your desire, your signal, in the briefest and most emphatic language possible. If you are to obtain obedience from your men, your language must express your meaning concisely and with emphasis. Further, each meaning must always be expressed in precisely the same language. In this way, when you give commands in battle, the unreasoning mind of the soldier will automatically carry out the set of instructions to which he has become accustomed. It is inexcusable for you to express yourself in an ambiguous or hesitating manner.

War is not run on sentiment.

A man of diffident manner will never inspire confidence. A cold reserve cannot beget enthusiasm.

The leader must be an actor. He is unconvincing unless he lives the part. The fixed determination to acquire the ‘Warrior Soul’ and having acquired it, to conquer or perish with honor is the secret of victory.

The greatest gift a general can have is a bad temper. A bad temper gives you a sort of divine wrath and it is only by the use of a divine wrath that you can drive men beyond their physical ability in order to save their lives.

There are apparently two types of successful soldiers. Those who get on by being unobtrusive and those who get on by being obtrusive. I am of the latter type and seem to be rare and unpopular, but it is my method.

My little dictionary does not have ‘sycophant’ in it, but every one of my divisions have.

It seems very queer that we invariably entrust the writing of our regulations for the next war to men totally devoid of anything but theoretical knowledge.

Leadership is the thing that wins battles. I have it, but I’ll be damned if I can define it. It probably consists of knowing what you want to do, and then doing it and getting mad as hell if anyone tries to get in your way. Self confidence and leadership are twin brothers.

Among leaders of whatever rank there are three types; 10% genius, 80% average, and 10% fools. The average group is the critical element in battle. It is better to give such men several simple alternative solutions which, by repeated practice, they can independently apply than it is to attempt to think for them via the ever fallible means of communication.

When a surgeon decides in the course of an operation to change it’s objective, to splice that artery or cut deeper and remove another organ which he finds infected, he is not making a snap decision, but one based on years of knowledge, experience, and training. It is the same with professional soldiers.

Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of the men who follow and the man who leads that gains the victory.

Through the murk of fact and fable rises to our view this one truth; the history of war is the history of warriors; few in number but mighty in influence. Alexander, not Macedonia, conquered the world. Scipio, not Rome, destroyed Carthage. Marlborough, not the Allies, defeated France. Cromwell, not the Roundheads, dethroned Charles.

It lurks invisible in that vitalizing spark, intangible, yet as evident as the lightning; the ‘Warrior Soul’.

War is conflict. Fighting is an elemental exposition of the age old effort to survive. It is the cold glitter of the attacker’s eye that breaks the line, not the point of the bayonet.

The most vital quality which a soldier can possess is self confidence; utter, complete, and bumptious. You can have doubts about your good looks, about your intelligence, or about your self control, but to win in war, you must have no doubt about your ability as a soldier.

Each, in his appropriate sphere, will lead in person. Any commander who fails to obtain his objective and who is not dead or severely wounded, has not done his full duty.

It always made me mad to have to beg for opportunities to win battles.

Julius Caesar would have a tough time being a Brigadier General in my Army.

Inspiration does not come via coded messages, but by visible personality.

This habit of commanding too far down, I believe, is inculcated at schools and maneuvers. Actually, a general should command one level down and know the positions of units two echelons down.

LOYALTY

I prefer a loyal staff officer to a brilliant one.

When a man gets married, he must be just as careful to keep his wife’s love as he was to get it. It would be very sad for both of them if he said to himself, ‘Now that I have you I need not worry about losing you’. Don’t do that, ever!

There has been a great deal of talk about loyalty from the bottom to the top. Loyalty from the top to the bottom is much more important, and also much less prevalent. It is this loyalty from the top to the bottom which binds juniors to their seniors with the strength of steel.

MARSHALL, GENERAL GEORGE CATLETT

All he did was to make excuses for the lack of discipline in the Air Force. There is no excuse. My troops are disciplined.

Marshall lacks imagination, but he has an unusual mind.

MAXIMS

There is nothing more pathetic and futile than a general who lives long enough to explain a defeat.

Success in war depends on the ‘golden rules of war’; speed, simplicity, and boldness.

The enemy is as ignorant of the situation as are we.

You are not beaten until you admit it.

You don’t have to hurry, you have to run like hell.

War is the only place where a man lives.

The flag is to the patriot what the cross is to the Christian.

Do your duty as you see it, and damn the consequences.

It is the unconquerable soul of man and not the nature of the weapon he uses which insures victory.

Lack of orders is no excuse for inaction. Anything done vigorously is better than nothing done tardily.

Aviation cannot take prisoners nor hold ground.

A tank which stops to fire, gets hit.

A good solution applied with vigor now is better than a perfect solution applied ten minutes later.

We can conquer only by attacking.

Speed and ruthless violence on the beaches is vital. There must be no hesitation in debarking. To linger on the beaches is fatal.

Officers must assert themselves by example and by voice.

There is no ‘approved’ solution to any tactical situation.

There is only one tactical principle which is not subject to change. It is, “To use the means at hand to inflict the maximum amount of wounds, death, and destruction on the enemy in the minimum amount of time.”

In case of doubt, ATTACK!

We must remember that victories are not gained solely by selfless devotion. To conquer, we must destroy our enemies. We must not only die gallantly, we must kill devastatingly. The faster and more effectively we kill, the longer we will live to enjoy the priceless fame of conquerors.

Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best; it removes all that is base.

It is easy to die for nothing, one should die for something.

The more senior the officer, the more time he has to go to the front.

As long as you attack them, they cannot find the time to attack you.

A pint of sweat saves a gallon of blood.

One continues to learn about war by practicing war.

The soldier is the Army. No Army is better than it’s soldiers.

Never stop until you have gained the top or the grave.

The world has no use for a defeated soldier and nothing too good for a victor.

Never stop being ambitious. You have but one life, live it to the fullest of glory and be willing to pay any price.

Genius is an immense capacity for taking pains.

Always do more than is required of you.

It is better to live in the limelight for a year than in the wings forever.

Fame never yet found a man who waited to be found.

Everything is a ‘final heat’.

By perseverance, and study, and eternal desire, any man can become great.

Do not regard what you do only as ‘preparation’ for doing the same thing more fully or better at some later time. Nothing is ever done twice. There is no next time. This is of special application to war. There is but one time to win a battle or a campaign. It must be won the first time.

There is but one international law; the best Army!

We will have no real Army until we have universal service.

In war, death is incidental; loss of time is criminal.

War means fighting and fighting means killing.

If a man thinks war long enough, it is bound to have a good effect on him.

Punishment is not for the benefit of the sinner, it is for the salvation of his comrades.

There are more tired Corps and Division commanders than there are tired Corps and Divisions.

Fatigue makes cowards of us all. Men in condition do not tire.

Cowardice is a disease and it must be checked before it becomes epidemic.

Haste and speed are not synonymous.

The true objective of armor is enemy infantry and artillery; and above all else, his supply installations and command centers.

You must never halt because some other unit is stuck. If you push on, you will relieve the pressure on the adjacent unit and it will accompany you.

The sole purpose of the cannon on the tank is to let the tank get into where it can use it’s machine gun to kill the enemy.

The unleavened bread of knowledge will sustain life, but it is dull fare unless it is leavened with the yeast of personality.

To be a successful soldier, you must know history.

Like wine, accounts of valor mellow with age; until Achilles dead 3000 years stands peerless.

Many soldiers are led to faulty ideas of war by knowing too much about too little.

War is an art and as such it is not susceptible of explanation by fixed formulae.

In peace, the scholar flourishes. In war, the soldier dies. So it comes about that we view our soldiers through the eyes of scholars and attribute to them scholarly virtues.

The pacifist actually refuses to defend what defends him; his country. In the final analysis this is the most basic immoral position.

Throughout history wars have been lost because of armies not crossing rivers.

An army is like a piece of cooked spaghetti. You can’t push it, you have to pull it after you.

War is simple, direct, and ruthless. It takes a simple, direct, and ruthless man to wage it.

War is a killing business. You must spill the enemy’s blood or they will spill yours.

The greatest privilege of citizenship is to be able to freely bear arms under one’s country’s flag.

All men are afraid in battle. The coward is the one who lets his fear overcome his sense of duty.

Go until the last shot is fired and the last drop of gasoline is gone. Then go forward on foot.

The hardest thing a general has to do is to wait for the battle to start after all of the orders have been given.

Americans do not surrender.

Never make excuses whether or not it is your fault.

If brevity is the soul of wit, then repetition is the heart of instruction.

The important thing in any organization is the creation of a soul, which is based on pride, in the unit.

Re-grouping is the curse of war and it is a great boon to the enemy.

It may be of interest to future generals to realize that one makes plans to fit the circumstances, and does not try to create circumstances to fit plans.

The only thing to do when a son of a bitch looks cross-eyed at you is to beat the hell out of him right then and there.

There is nothing democratic about war. It is a straight dictatorship. The use of force to attain the end desired.

As long as man exists, there will be war. The only way to avoid trouble is to have the best Army, Navy, and Air Force.

MIDDLETON, GENERAL TROY H.

Keyes is very dashing; Bradley and Middleton are more methodical. All of them are infinitely loyal and of superior effectiveness.

I had to use the whip on both Middleton and Milliken today. They are too cautious.

General Middleton is the most methodical; probably the best tactician, very firm in his relations with other Corps Commanders.

MILLIKEN, GENERAL JOHN

I had to use the whip on both Middleton and Milliken today. They are too cautious.

MISCELLANEOUS

When men see a marked helmet, they know that it is an officer. These markings are not visible at a range beyond 200 yards, therefore, the timid excuse that they produce sniping is of no value. Sniping occurs beyond that range.

One man received a direct hit and we could not find him for three days when we began to smell pieces of him, but we never found any portion of his body.

I found a chaplain who was poking around the command post while there were wounded being put into ambulances close by. I gave him hell.

A bunch from Ike’s staff tried to put me on the spot for not disarming the French in Africa. I assumed the offensive, showing them that to disarm the French or to discredit them meant an Arab War which would demobilize sixty thousand American soldiers as a starter. All of them agreed with me at last.

Battle is not a terrifying ordeal to be endured. It is a magnificent experience wherein all of the elements that have made man superior to the beasts are present. Courage, self sacrifice, loyalty, help to others, and devotion to duty. As you go in, you will perhaps be a little short of breath, and your knees may tremble. This breathlessness, this tremor, they are not fear. It is simply the excitement which every athlete feels just before the whistle blows. No, you will not fear for you will be borne up and exalted by the proud instinct of our conquering race. You will be inspired by magnificent hate.

Sometimes I wish that people would take this war more seriously.

I think that we will go forward like shit through a tin horn.

Peace is going to be a hell of a letdown.

The woods are full of corpses and it is going to stink some in the spring.

I saw a lot of dead Germans yesterday frozen in funny attitudes. I got some good pictures, but did not have my color camera, which was a pity, as they were a pale claret color.

Speaking in general, I find that moral courage is the most valuable and usually the most absent characteristic in men. Much of our trouble is directly attributable to the fear of ‘they’.

In this war, we were also unfortunate in that our high command in the main consisted of staff officers who, like Marshall, Eisenhower, and McNarny, had practically never exercised command. I think it was this lack of experience which induced them to think of and treat units such as divisions, corps, and armies as animated ‘tables of organization’ rather than as living entities.

One feature of the ‘great war’ which has left it’s mark is the evolution of the ‘specialist’. These men are trained to do a special job, and are not trained to be soldiers.

Dear SHAEF, I have just pissed into the Rhine River. For God’s sake, send some gasoline.

One sentinel, reinforced, stopped 17 Germans in American uniforms. 15 were shot, 2 died suddenly.

To me, the Egyptian pyramids were quite disappointing. They are not as big nor as impressive as those around Mexico City.

In Egypt, on a fresh water canal, I saw a man defecating in the water, while below him at a distance of not more than ten yards, women were washing clothes, and a short distance further downstream a village populace was drawing drinking water.

All of the animals are head shy and many are blind as a result of the ‘cheerful’ Arab custom of beating them on the head with a stick.

It seems to me a certainty that the fatalistic teachings of Mohammed and the utter degradation of the Arab women are the outstanding causes for the arrested development of the Arab. He is exactly as he was around the year 700, while we have been developing.

The bridge had been partly destroyed by a German who was hiding in a foxhole. He had pushed the detonator and blew the bridge killing some Americans after the leading elements had passed. He then put up his hands and surrendered. The Americans took him prisoner, which I considered to be the height of folly.

On this day, we processed through the cages and photographed the two hundred thousandth German prisoner. When we sent this to Public Relations, 12th Army Group, they would not publish the picture, because since the man had a sign on him stating that he was the two hundred thousandth prisoner of war, they said he was being degraded, which is contrary to the Geneva Convention.

Major Murphy told me that he could not add smoke in the plan since the stencil had already been cut. That was one of the most foolish remarks that I heard during World War I.

We are losing all hardihood. Today at the races I saw a jockey fall and get killed. A large, healthy man near me shuddered and said that steeplechasing was so dangerous that it should be abolished. Such squeamishness is fatal to any race of people.

The enemy has been booby trapping his dead, which has made our men very mad. The result is that there are more enemy dead than usual.

Yesterday, I drove over one of our local battlefields and I could smell dead men for ten miles. It is a very strong and disgusting odor.

It is very patent that what our Military Government in Germany is attempting to do is undemocratic and follows practically Gestapo methods.

No one gives a damn how well Bavaria is run. All they are interested in is how well it is ruined.

After the meeting, I signed a number of Courts Martial and discovered that it is the policy of the Theater Commander not to give the death sentence to any American soldier convicted of raping a German woman. This seemed somewhat at variance with Anglo-Saxon custom.

MISTAKES

The 15th Corps could have easily entered the town of Falaise and completely closed the gap to Argenten, but we were ordered not to do this. This halt was a great mistake as I was certain that we could have entered Falaise and I was not certain that the British would. As a matter of fact, we had reconnaissance parties near the town when we were ordered to pull back.

The 29th of August, 1944 was, in my opinion, one of the critical days in this war. Hereafter pages will be written on it, or rather on the events which produced it. It was evident that at that time there was no real threat against us as long as we did not stop ourselves or allow ourselves to be stopped by imaginary enemies. Everything seemed rosy when suddenly it was reported to me that the 140,000 gallons of gasoline which we were supposed to get for that day did not arrive. I presented my case for a rapid advance to the east for the purpose of cutting the Siegfried Line before it could be manned. It is my opinion that this was the momentous error of the war.

Bradley called up at 1710 hours and in my opinion crawfished quite blatantly, in his forbidding me to use the 83rd Division. I believe that he had been ‘overtalked’ either by Middleton or Hodges, or both. I was very sore at the time, and I still regard it as a great mistake. If I had been able to use two combat teams of the 83rd to attack Saarburg, that town would have fallen on the 12th or on the 13th and we probably would have captured the city of Trier. With Trier in our hands, Von Rundstedt’s breakthrough to Bastogne could not have occurred. This is probably another case of ‘on account of a nail, a shoe was lost, etc’.

Later, when we were going along well and could easily have taken Berlin, Churchill asked Ike to do it. Ike replied by stating that it was Churchill’s fault that the line had been established where it was. I believe that this was a great mistake on Ike’s part because, had we taken the country to the Moldau River and Berlin, we would have saved a great deal of agricultural Germany and we would have prevented what I believe historians will consider a horrid crime and a great loss of prestige in letting the Russians take the two leading capitals in Europe.

I had never heard that we fought to ‘de-Nazify’ Germany. Live and learn. What we are doing is to utterly destroy the only semi-modern state in Europe so that Russians can swallow the whole.

The First Army is making a terrible mistake in leaving the VIII Corps static, as it is highly probable that the Germans are building up to the east of them in the Ardennes area.

MONTGOMERY, FIELD MARSHALL BERNARD LAW

We roll across France in less time than it takes Monty to say ‘re-group’ and here we sit stuck in the mud of Lorraine.

We never had to re-group, which seemed to the chief form of amusement of the British Armies.

Montgomery had the nerve to get someone in the United States to suggest that General Eisenhower was ‘over worked’ and needed a Deputy Ground Force Commander for all of the troops in Europe and that he, Monty, was ‘God’s gift to war’ in this respect.

Monty is trying to steal the show with the help of Eisenhower. He may do so, but to date we have captured three times as many enemy as our cousins have.

I have a feeling, probably unfounded, that neither Monty nor Bradley are too anxious for me to have a command. If they knew what little respect I have for the fighting ability of either of them, they would be even less anxious for me to show them up.

Mr. McCloy asked me what I thought of Monty. I said at first that I preferred not to answer and then when pressed, I said that I thought Monty was too cautious and would not take calculated risks.

During Montgomery’s lecture, it was interesting to note that I was the only American Commander of the four American Commanders involved in the plan to be mentioned by name. The other three he mentioned by number of the Army.

I fear that after we land in France, we will be boxed into a beachhead, due to timidity and lack of drive, which is latent in Montgomery.

Bradley says he will put me in as soon as he can. He could do it now with much benefit to himself, if he had any backbone. Of course, Monty does not want me as he fears that I will steal the show, which I will.

Montgomery went to great lengths to explain why the British had done nothing.

To hell with Monty. I must get so involved that they can’t stop me. I told Bradley not to call me until after dark on the 19th.

At 0800 we heard on the radio that Ike said that Monty was the greatest living soldier and that he is now ‘Field Marshall’.

The ‘Field Marshall’ thing made us sick, that is Bradley and me.

Monty is a tired little fart. War requires the taking of risks and he won’t take them.

Eisenhower is either unwilling or unable to command Montgomery.

This is another case of giving up a going attack in order to start one which has no promise of success except for the exaltation of Monty, who has never won a battle since he left Africa and only El Alamein their. I won Mareth for him.

I can out fight that little fart, Monty, anytime.

We never met any opposition because the bigger and better Germans fight Monty. He says so. Also, he advertises so damn much that they know where he is. I fool them.

PACIFISM AND PACIFISTS

The pacifists are at it again. I met a ‘visiting fireman’ of great eminence who told me that this was to be the ‘last war’. I told him that such statements since 2600 B.C. had signed the death warrants of millions of young men. He replied with the stock lie, ‘Oh yes, but things are different now’. My God! Will they never learn?

The pacifist actually refuses to defend what defends him; his country. In the final analysis this is the most basic immoral position.

Man is war. War is conflict. Fighting is an elemental exposition of the age old effort to survive.

We are losing all hardihood. Today at the races I was a jockey killed. A large and healthy man near me shuddered and said that steeplechasing was so dangerous that it should be abolished. Such squeamishness is fatal to any race of people.

It is very easy for ignorant people to think that success in war may be gained by the use of some wonderful invention rather than by hard fighting and superior leadership.

The more I see of people, the more I regret that I survived the war.

The attitude of the American people as evinced by the press and the radio is such that I am inclined to think that I made a great mistake in serving them for nearly forty years.

PATRIOTISM

In our schools the youth should learn to show reverence for our flag and not treat it only as a handsome decoration. Each day he should study and hear recounted some of the splendid deeds of patriotism with which our country abounds. Surely this is vital, for if the alphabet and the multiplication table develop the mind, is not the soul worthy of instruction?

The often repeated statement that the country owes the soldier for his services is based on a misconception of duty and patriotism. The soldier, being a citizen, owes the country service and whatever he gets in return is a gift; pure and simple.

The too often repeated remark than ‘the country owes me a living’ is nothing short of treason. The nation owes all of it’s citizens an equal chance, but it is not responsible for the faults and follies of those who fail to avail themselves of these opportunities.

My poetry, my rhymes, were written by a man who having seen something of war is more impressed with the manly virtues it engenders than with the necessary and much exaggerated horrors attendant upon it. They are offered to the public in the hope that they may help to counteract the melancholy viewpoint of many of our poets who write of the great wars. We should not dwell on sorrow that these slain in battle have died, but rather be thankful that they have lived.

The man who finds twenty dollars on the street or wins it at the slot machine thinks lightly of it, and before long it is as lightly spent. The same man who works and sweats for half a week for that same amount respects it and grudgingly parts with it when he has won it. So with patriotism. The light feelings of love and reverence for our country engendered by shouting for the flag on the 4th of July are too haphazard, too cheap. The man who has served a year with sweat and some discomfort feels that truly he has a part in his country, and that of a truth he has, and he is a patriot.

Back of us stretches a line of men whose acts of valor, of self sacrifice, and of service have been the theme of song and story since long before recorded history began. Our professional ancestors were sung of by the blind poet Homer a thousand years before the Christ. The exploits of which he chanted, and others of like nature, were handed down by word of mouth or in everlasting marble to the time when they might be recorded in writing for the eternal inspiration for the race.

Do not talk or think of your rights or your fatigues or of what the other fellow failed to do. War is the struggle of nations; you are in it, but as an individual, and hence your feelings as such do not exist.

In doing your utmost, even unto death, you are conferring no favor. You are privileged to be able to do so much for your country.

PATTON, GEORGE SMITH, JUNIOR

It is really amazing what the determination on the part of one man can do to many thousands.

I have written more damn letters, I suppose a thousand, to the mothers of private soldiers whom I happen to know have been killed, but that never comes out. I kick some son of a bitch in the ass who doesn’t do what he should and it comes out all over the whole damned country.

If I could only steal some gasoline, I could win this war.

They all get scared and then I appear and they feel better.

At the close of this war, I will remove my insignia and wrist watch. I will continue to wear my short coat so that everyone can kiss my ass.

If I were a liar, I would say that I planned it, but actually, I was as lucky as hell.

I guess that I am the only one who sees glory in war.

I am not the first general to catch hell. Wellington had plenty of it, as did General Grant, and countless others.

I love and admire good soldiers and brave men. I hate and despise slackers and cowards.

Like all commanders, I am constantly faced with the problem of malingering. If it is not checked, it spreads like a prairie fire.

I can’t see how people can be so dull and lacking in imagination. Compared to them I am a genius. I think I am.

I can’t see why people are so foolish. So far, TORCH was the biggest and most difficult landing operation attempted. It was a great success and I planned it. I have yet to be questioned by any of the current planners concerning my experience.

Personally, I have never voted and do not intend to do so.

I drove to the Rhine River and went across on the pontoon bridge. I stopped in the middle to take a piss and then picked up some dirt on the far side in emulation of William the Conqueror.

The Marines always go to town by reporting the number of men they have had killed. I always try to fight without getting our people killed.

I wonder if ever before in the history of war a winning general has had to plead to be allowed to keep on winning.

We can never get anything across unless we talk the language of the people we are trying to instruct. Perhaps that is why I curse.

For years I have been accused of making snap judgements. Honestly, this is not the case because I am a profound military student and the thoughts I express, perhaps too flippantly, are the result of years of thought and study.

I wish someone would listen to me. I have something which makes people reluctant to question me; perhaps I always have an answer based on truth and not based on ‘bootlick’.

Sometimes I wish that I was retired, but I guess that I would not like that either. I would probably be content only if I were God; and someone probably outranks him, too.

The more I see of the so called great, the less they impress me. I am better.

Little Bea’s husband is in Europe as a lieutenant colonel and Ruth Ellen’s husband is soon to go. George is a plebe at West Point and I have only two polo ponies left. Why should I linger too long?

I’m a hell of a guy. I’m giving the men hell one minute and crying over them the next.

When I think of the greatness of my job, and realize that I am what I am, I am amazed. But, on reflection, who is as good as I am? I know of no one.

I am probably the most unpopular man, not only in the 2nd Armored Division, but in the whole Army. I get very tired of being the only person in this outfit who makes any corrections.

There seems to be an unwitting conspiracy to make me lose my self confidence, but so far it has failed.

Tomorrow I shall have my new battle jacket. If I’m to fight I like to be well dressed.

I wish I were supreme commander.

The only question in my mind is being able to survive the lapses between campaigns when I always seem to get myself into trouble. I am like a puppy, always sticking my nose into trouble.

There is nothing to do at the moment except to be a secret weapon.

If they will let me fight, I will. But if not, I will resign so as to be able to talk and then I will tell the truth and possibly do my country more good.

Even I can be pushed just so far.

It is a horrid thought that one may be deprived of doing the only thing one is good at due to the exercise of ‘free speech’.

I only wear the shiny helmet in the back areas and have never ridden in a tank in battle.

I have this place so well organized now that there is nothing for me to do and I am getting nervous again.

Sometimes I think that I am not such a great commander after all; just a fighting animal.

Truly, for so fierce a warrior, I have a damned mild expression.

Does my conscience hurt me for killing that man in Mexico? It does not. I feel about it just as I did when I got my first swordfish, surprised at my luck.

Sometimes I wonder if I can do all that there is to do, but I suppose I can. I always have so far.

I have always talked blood and murder and am looked on as an advocate of close up fighting. I could never look myself in the face if I were a staff officer and comparatively safe.

The bullet went into the front of my left leg and came out just at the crack of my ass about two inches to the left of the rectum. It made a hole about the size of a silver dollar where it came out.

Lots of officers look forward to fishing, farming, etc. After the war. I don’t. I look forward to fighting here, in Japan, or at home, for the rest of my days.

I continued to walk up and down the beachhead and soon shamed them into getting up and fighting.

One man had the top of his head blown off and they were just waiting for him to die. He was a horrid bloody mess and was not good to look at or I might develop personal feelings about sending men into battle. That would be fatal for a general.

I have trained myself so that usually I can keep right on talking when an explosion occurs quite close. I take a sly pleasure in seeing others bat their eyes or look around.

I hear the big guns and they have the damndest effect on me. I am scared, but I still want to get to the front.

I am not a brilliant soldier. So far, I have been quite successful because I am always fully confident that I can do what must be done and have had my sense of duty developed to the point where I let no personal interests or danger interfere.

There must one commander for ground, air, and sea. The trouble is that we lack leaders with sufficient strength of character. I could do it and possibly will. As I gain experience, I do not think more of myself, but less of others. Men, even so called great men, are wonderfully weak and timid. They are too damned polite. War is simple, direct, and ruthless. It takes a simple, direct, and ruthless man to wage it.

Now there is nothing to stop me. We have fresh divisions arriving. We’ve mastered the air. We have, after some tough lessons, the best weapons in the world. We can march into Berlin, Vienna, Prague, and Belgrade with people throwing flowers in our path. But, from Washington or London or somewhere they’ll stop us. Otherwise, it might offend the Goddamned Russians. Before that happens, I’m hoping to get out of here to fight the Japs. If not, I’m going to resign and tell the people in my country what is the truth.

On the opposite of the road was an endless line of ambulances bringing men back; wounded men. Yet, when the soldiers of the 90th Division saw me, they stood up and cheered. It was the most moving experience of my life, and the knowledge of what the ambulances contained made it still more poignant.

On the 10th, Bradley called up to ask me how soon I could go on the defensive. I told him that I was the oldest leader in age and in combat experience in the United States Army in Europe and that if I had to go on the defensive, I would ask to be relieved. I further suggested that it would be a good thing if some his staff visited the front to see how the other half lived.

It has always been my unfortunate role to be the ‘ray of sunshine’ and the ‘back slapper’ before any action, both for those under me and also those above me.

I told Papa of my fear of cowardice and he said that while ages of gentility might make a man of my breeding reluctant to engage in a fist fight, the same breeding made me perfectly willing to face death from weapons with a smile. I think that is true.

Papa always told me that the first thing was to be a good soldier. Next was to be a good scholar.

It is hard to answer intelligently the question, ‘Why I want to be a soldier.’ For my own satisfaction I have tried to give myself reasons but have never found any logical ones. I only feel that it is inside me. It is as natural for me to be a soldier as it is to breathe and would be as hard to give up all thought of being a soldier as it would be to stop breathing.

Being a soldier and being a member of the Army in time of peace time are two different things. I would accept the latter only as a means to the former.

No sacrifice is too great if by it you can attain your goals. Let people talk and be damned. You do what leads to your ambition and when you get the power, remember those who laughed.

I don’t ever expect to be sixty years old. Not that it is old, but I simply prefer to wear out from hard work before then.

I do not fear failure. I only fear the ‘slowing up’ of the engine inside of me which is pounding, saying, ‘Keep going, someone must be on the top, why not YOU’?

The only way for a soldier to die is by the last bullet of the last battle of his last war.

I have studied the German all of my life. I have read the memoirs of his generals and political leaders. I have even read his philosophers and listened to his music. I have studied in detail the accounts of every damned one of his battles. I know exactly how he will react under any given set of circumstances. He hasn’t the slightest idea of what I’m going to do. Therefore, when the time comes, I’m going to whip the Hell out of him.

It’s God awful. It’s terrible, that’s what it is. I can see it in a vision. It comes to haunt me at night. I am standing there knee deep in the water and all around me as far as the eye can see are dead men, floating like a school of dynamited fish. They are all floating face up with their eyes wide open and their skins a ghastly white. They are looking at me as they float by and they are saying, ‘Patton, you bastard, it’s your fault. You did this to me. You killed me.’ I can’t stand it, I tell you. By God, I won’t go.

In any war, a commander, no matter what his rank, has to send to certain death, nearly every day, by his own orders, a certain number of men. Some are his personal friends. All are his personal responsibility; to them as his troops and to their families. Any man with a heart would like to sit down and bawl like a baby, but he can’t. So, he sticks out his jaw, and swaggers and swears. I wish some of those pious sob sisters at home could understand something as basic as that.

As for the kind of remarks I make, why sometimes I just, by God, get carried away with my own eloquence.

People ask why I swagger and swear, wear flashy uniforms and sometimes two pistols. Well, I’m not sure whether or not some of it isn’t my own fault. However that may be, the press and others have built a picture of me. So, now, no matter how tired, or discouraged, or really even ill I may be, if I don’t live up to that picture, my men are going to say, ‘The old man’s sick, the old son of a bitch has had it’. Then their own confidence, their own morale will take a big drop.

I get criticized every day for taking needless risks by being too often right up front. What good is a dead general? I say, what damn good is a general who won’t take the same risks as his troops?

You must be single minded. Drive for the one thing on which you have decided. You will find that you will make some people miserable; those you love and very often yourself. And, if it looks like you are getting there, all kinds of people, including some whom you thought were loyal friends, will suddenly show up doing their Goddamndest, hypocritical best to trip you up, blacken you, and break your spirit. Politicians are the worst; they’ll wear their country’s flag in public, but they’ll use it to wipe their asses in the caucus room, if they think that it will win them a vote.

It is hell to be old, passe, and to know it.

The attitude of the American people as evinced by the press and radio is such that I am inclined to think that I made a great mistake in serving them for nearly forty years, although I had a very good time doing it.

The more I see of people, the more I regret that I survived the war.

Everything that I say is either misquoted or taken out of context.

Sometimes I think that I will simply resign and not be a further party to the degradation of my country.

During the course of the dinner which I had with Eisenhower on a purely social basis, I stated that I could not hereafter eat at the same table with General Bedell Smith.

If a man has done his best, what else is there? I consider that I have always done my best. My conscience is clear.

I will resign when I have finished this job, which will be not later than December 26th. I hate to do it, but I have been gagged all of my life and whether they appreciate it or not, Americans need some honest men who dare to say what they think, not what they think people want them to say.

I have been studying the subject of war for forty odd years. When a surgeon decides in the course of an operation to change it’s objective, to splice that artery or cut deeper and remove another which he finds infected, he is not making a snap judgement, but one based on knowledge, experience, and training. SO AM I!

In the summer of 1918, a group of soldiers of the 301st Tank Brigade, which I commanded, was having 37mm gun practice which I was observing. One defective round exploded in the muzzle, wounding two or three men. The next round exploded in the breech, blowing off the head of the gunner. The men were reluctant to fire the next round, so it was incumbent on me, as the senior officer present, to do so. In fact, I fired three rounds without incident. This restored the confidence of the men in the weapon. I must admit that I have never in my life been more reluctant to pull a trigger.

I still get scared under fire. I guess I never will get used to it, but I still poke along. I dislike the strafing most.

POLITICS AND POLITICIANS

Someday I’m going to bust loose across France and be heading hell bent for Berlin. Then either some coward or some dirty politician is going to become worried and order me to stop.

Any politician should be put in jail who votes for an appropriation bill and fails to vote the tax to pay for it.

Churchill strikes me as cunning rather than brilliant, but with great tenacity. He is easily flattered. All of them are.

Millions of pictures were taken and none for the glory of the troops, all for the glory of Roosevelt. It was very disgusting.

There is something very phoney about all of our British and American efforts. Our strategy seems to be based on votes, not victories.

Today we received a letter in which we were instructed to give the Jews special accommodations. If for the Jews, why not Catholics, Mormons, etc?

It is very patent that what our Military Government is trying to do is undemocratic and follows practically Gestapo methods.

No one gives a damn how well Bavaria is run. All they are interested in is how well it is ruined.

It is my belief that when the catchword ‘De-Nazification’ has worn itself out and when people see that it is merely a form of stimulating Bolshevism, there will be a flop of the pendulum in the opposite direction.

The whole thing is a deliberate mis-quote with the intent of getting me into trouble because I am not ‘pink’.

The point which I was and am still trying to bring out is that in Germany practically all or at least a very large percentage of the trades people, small businessmen, and even professional men such as doctors and lawyers were beholden to the Nazi party. Without the patronage of the Nazi party, they could not carry on their business and work at their professions. Therefore, many of them were forced to give lip service to the party. I would extend this to mean that any dues paying by them was nothing but a form of blackmail and a means of holding onto their jobs. If we kick out these people, we will retard the reorganization of Bavaria to the extent that we will certainly be guilty of the deaths by starvation and freezing, of many women, children, and old men this winter.

The utterly un-American and almost Gestapo methods of De-Nazification were so abhorrent to my Anglo-Saxon mind as to be practically indigestible.

It is strange that in a battle situation I am perfectly willing to chop off heads but in peace time, my Anglo-Saxon ancestry makes me reluctant to remove people without due process of law.

Everyone seems to be much more concerned and interested in the effects which his actions will have on his political future than in carrying out the motto of the United States Military Academy; ‘Duty, Honor, Country’.

The noise created against me is only the means by which the Jews and Communists are attempting, and with good success, to implement a further dismemberment of Germany.

The whole damned world is going communist.

It is interesting to note that everything for which I have been criticized in the handling of the Germans has subsequently been adopted by our Military Government. I stated that if we took all of the small Nazi’s out of every job, chaos would result, and it did. The Military Government the other day announced that from two to five percent of Nazi’s would be permitted to stay in government offices.

Politicians are the lowest form of life on the earth. Liberal Democrats are the lowest form of politician.

The radio this morning said that the C.I.O. wants a bigger ‘New Deal’. Where in hell do they think the money comes from? Or, do they simply want to destroy our form of government and go communist? If they knew as much about Russia as I do, they would not be so crazy to be communists.

PROPHESIES

It seems like to me that Russia has a certain sphere of influence in Korea, Manchuria, and Mongolia.

There will be those who now and later will vilify and misrepresent me.

I have a hunch that my ‘Mexican Automobile Battle’ was a forerunner of my involvement with tanks. Who can say?

Roman civilization fell due to the loss of the will to conquer; satisfaction with the ‘status quo’; and high taxes, which destroyed trade and private enterprise. These conditions eventually forced people out of the cities. The cycle is returning.

If we again believe that wars are over, we will surely have another and damned quick. Man is War and we had better remember that! Also, we had better look out for ourselves and make the rest of the world look out for themselves. If we attempt to feed the world, we will starve and perhaps destroy America.

The Germans attacked down the Sele River just as I told Gruenther they would, and they have apparently cut the X Corps and the VI Corps in two. The only comfort I got out of it is the fact that my military judgement proved correct. I hope they can stop them. A withdrawal would hurt our prestige and surely prolong the war.

Someone must win the war and also the peace.

There are a host of people who have to squat to piss who will say that this will be the last war and that from now on we will only need world ‘clubs’. They are the ones who will be responsible for the deaths of millions of people.

I am very much afraid that Europe is going Bolshevik, which, if it does, may eventually spread to our country.

I really shudder for the future of our country.

The Russians give me the impression of something that is to be feared in future world political reorganization.

ROOSEVELT, FRANKLIN DELANO

A great politician is not of necessity a great military leader.

Thousands of pictures were taken, and none for the glory of the troops; all for the glory of F.D.R.

ROOSEVELT, GENERAL THEODORE R.

He was one of the bravest men that I ever knew.

RUSSIA AND RUSSIANS

We promised the Europeans freedom. It would be worse than dishonorable not to see they have it. This might mean war with the Russians, but what of it? They have no Air Force anymore, their gasoline and ammunition supplies are low. I’ve seen their miserable supply trains; mostly wagons draw by beaten up old horses or oxen. I’ll say this; the Third Army alone with very little help and with damned few casualties, could lick what is left of the Russians in six weeks. You mark my words. Don’t ever forget them. Someday we will have to fight them and it will take six years and cost us six million lives.

One form of securing testimony used by the Russians is to hang a man by his wrists with bandages so that they will not cut or marks will be left. Then, two small incisions are made into the lower abdomen to allow a portion of the intestines to hang out. After the man has taken all that he can stand without dying, he is cut down, the incisions are sewn up, and he is restored to health with the promise that the operation will not be repeated IF he does as he is told.

I believe that by taking a strong attitude with the Russians, they will back down. We have already yielded too much to their mongolian nature.

There are all kinds of low class slime who are trying and will continue to try to wreck this country from the inside. Most of them don’t know it, but they are actually working for the Russians. Some of them do know it, though. It doesn’t matter whether they call themselves communists, socialists, or just plain liberals. That is what they are doing.

The Russians are mongols. They are Slavs and a lot of them used to be ruled by ancient Byzantium. From Genghis Kahn to Stalin, they have not changed. They never will and we will never learn, at least, not until it is too late.

Poland is under Russian domination, so is Hungary, so is Czechoslovakia, and so is Yugoslavia; and we sit happily by and think that everybody loves us.

We have destroyed what could have been a good race of people and we are about to replace them with mongolian savages and all of Europe with communism.

General Anders of the Polish II Corps told me that if his Corps got between a German Army and a Russian Army he would have trouble deciding which direction to fight.

The one thing which I could not say then, and cannot yet say, is that my chief interest in establishing order in Germany was to prevent Germany from going communist. I am afraid that our foolish and utterly stupid policy in regard to Germany will certainly cause them to join the Russians and thereby insure a communistic state throughout western Europe.

If it should be necessary for us to fight the Russians, the sooner we do it, the better.

We could have arrived sooner but for the fact that if one flies over Russian occupied territory they shoot at you. Nice friends.

If we have to fight them, now is the time. From now on, we will get weaker and they will get stronger.

The difficulty in understanding the Russian is that we do not take cognizance of the fact that he is not a European, but an Asiatic and therefore thinks deviously. We can no more understand a Russian than a Chinese or a Japanese. From what I have seen of them I have no particular desire to understand them except to ascertain how much lead or iron it takes to kill them. In addition to his other amiable characteristics, the Russians have no regard for human life and they are all out sons of bitches, barbarians, and chronic drunks.

It is said that for the first week after the Russians took Berlin, all women who ran were shot and those who did not were raped. I could have taken Berlin if I had been allowed.

The Russians have a lot of new heavy tanks of which they are very proud. The Marshall asked me how I liked them. I said that I did not and we had quite an argument. Apparently I am the first person ever to disagree with him.

At the dinner I stated that in my opinion Germany was so completely blacked out that so far as military resistance was concerned, they were not a menace and that what we had to look out for was Russia. This caused a considerable furor.

I believe that Germany should not be destroyed, but rather should be rebuilt as a buffer against the real danger, which is Russia and it’s Bolshevism.

Russia knows what it wants. World domination. And she is laying her plans accordingly. We, on the other hand, and England, and France to a lesser extent, don’t know what we want and get less than nothing as the result.

Let’s keep our boots polished, bayonets sharpened, and present a picture of force and strength to the Russians. This is the only language that they understand and respect. If you fail to do this, then I would like to say that we have had a victory over the Germans, and have disarmed them, but we have lost the war.

I have never seen in any army at any time, including the German Imperial Army of 1912, as severe discipline as exists in the Russian Army. The officers, with few exceptions, give the appearance of recently civilized mongolian bandits. The men passed in review with a very good imitation of the goose step. They give me the impression of something that is to be feared in future world political reorganization.

SHAEF – HIGH COMMAND

We are in the clutches of the masterminds here with the inevitable result that we are changing our plans more often than our underwear. I have been consulted no more than I was when we went to Sicily.

All of them at SHAEF are scared to death to say anything which might be quoted.

None of those at Ike’s headquarters ever go to bat for juniors in any argument with the British. They invariably favor the British. Benedict Arnold was a piker compared to them. That includes General Lee as well as Smith and Ike.

At the moment, I am being attacked on both flanks, but not by the Germans.

May God deliver us from our friends; we can handle the enemy.

If they would give me enough gasoline, I could go anywhere I wanted to.

I have to battle for every yard. It is not the enemy who is trying to stop me, it is ‘they’.

It is too bad that the highest levels of command have no personal knowledge of war.

I told Bradley to tell them all to go to hell and we will resign. I would lead the procession.

SLAPPING INCIDENT

I am convinced that my actions in this case were entirely correct, and that had other officers had the courage to do likewise, the shameful excuse of battle fatigue instead of cowardice would have been infinitely reduced.

Over 80% of the letters that I have received are for me. Only one letter by a person of education is hostile. The rest are cranks and unsigned, mostly.

Ike and Beedle are not at all interested in me, but simply in saving their own faces. I might act the same if the case were reversed, but I doubt it.

General Joyce, to whom I talked about the Drew Pearson incident remarked, ‘George, just tell them the exact truth in these words; ‘I had been dealing with heroes. I saw two men whom I thought were cowards. Naturally, I was not too gentle with them’. This is exactly true, but there is no use in repeating it.

The thing which hurts me is that as far as I can see, my side of the case has never been heard. It is like taxation without representation.

I hear that the Gallup Poll says that I am 77% good, 19% bad, and 4% uncertain.

Apparently Drew Pearson has made certain allegations against me in Washington. I had been expecting something like this to happen for some time because I am sure that it would have been much better to have admitted the whole thing to start with, particularly in view of the fact that I was right.

If the fate of the only successful general in the war depends on the statement of a discredited writer like Drew Pearson, we are in a bad fix.

For every man that I have criticized in this Army, I have probably stopped, talked to, and complemented a thousand, but people are prone to remember ill usage more than to recall compliments.

SMITH, GENERAL WALTER BEDELL

On the way back, we met General Bedell Smith and General Lemnitzer. They were headed to Messina and I just heard the full story of Smith’s actions. One of our batteries of 155mm guns let go, firing into Italy. Smith thought that it was enemy shells arriving and he jumped from the car into a ditch in one long leap, and he refused to leave it, even when Lemnitzer and Murnane told him that it was quite safe. When I got back, he was still pale, grey, and very shaky.

Beedle also said that due to my ‘unfortunate’ remarks, the permanent promotion of himself and me might never come off. How sad!

Beedle Smith arrived and, as usual, was very assertive, and, as usual, he knew nothing. Bradley took him down hard and he was better thereafter.

Ike and Beedle are not at all interested in me, but simply in saving their own faces. I might act the same if the case were reversed, but I doubt it.

Smith is certainly an S.O.B. of the first type; selfish, dishonest, and very swell headed.

During the course of the dinner which I had with Eisenhower on a purely social basis, I stated to him that I could not hereafter eat at the same table with General Bedell Smith.

SOLDIERS, AMERICAN

Of course, our men are willing to die, but that is not enough. We must be eager to kill, to inflict on the enemy, the hated enemy, all possible wounds, death and destruction. If we die killing, well and good. But, if we fight hard enough, viciously enough, we will kill and live to kill again. We will live to return to our families as conquering heroes.

When the great day of battle comes, remember your training. And remember, above all, that speed and vigor of attack are the sure roads to success and that you must succeed. To retreat is as cowardly as it is fatal.

We are ready. I shall be delighted to lead you men against any enemy. I am confident that your disciplined valor and high training will bring victory.

Put your heart and soul into being expert killers with your weapons.

To achieve harmony in battle, each weapon must support the other. Team play wins. You ‘musicians’ of Mars must not wait for the band leader to signal to you. You must, each of your own volition, see to it that you come into this concert at the proper time and at the proper place.

There is a growing instance in this division of a disease common to this ‘motorized’ age. It is called ‘waffle ass’ and results from sitting down too much.

The fear of having their guts explored with cold steel in the hands of battle maddened men has won many a fight.

To me, it is a never ending marvel what our soldiers can do.

Now that sounds like ‘what a great man George Patton is’, but I did not have anything to do with it. The people who actually did it are the younger officers and the soldiers of the Third Army.

I believe that in war, the good of the individual must be subordinated to the good of the Army.

This ovation is not for me, George S. Patton. George S. Patton is merely a ‘hook’ on which to hang the Third Army.

The soldier is the army. No army is better than the soldiers in it. To be a good soldier, a man must have discipline, self confidence, self respect, pride in his unit and in his country. He must have a high sense of duty and obligation to his comrades and to his superiors.

All of our soldiers do not drink like beasts. In fact, the lack of drinking in our Army is remarkable. They do, however, act like babies.

Who ever saw a dirty soldier with a medal?

The psychology of the fighting man is a strange thing. Early, well before dawn, I watched men of an almost green division, who were soaking wet and cold, cross a swollen river in the face of steep hills which were packed with concrete gun emplacements, machine guns, mines, and barbed wire. They crossed without hesitation and they walked right through that concentration of fire. They never hesitated once. Later in the day, I came across another outfit which was stalled along an open road. Do you know what was holding them back? It was a length of yellow string which was tied across their path between trees. No one in the outfit dared to touch it. It guess that it is the unknown which a man faces that he is scared of.

Anything that my men fight for and capture, they are entitled to and that includes fraternization.

Soldiers are always contrary. I could issue them coats without buttons and I will bet that within twenty four hours they would find some, sew them on, and keep them buttoned.

The spirit of the men in the Evacuation Hospitals was improving and the incidence of ‘battle fatigue’ and of ‘self inflicted wounds’ had dropped materially. Soldiers like to play on a winning team.

Men who are apt to die in battle are entitled to what pleasures they can get.

There were about three hundred 500 pound bombs and seven tons of 20mm high explosive shells piled on the sand and these soldiers had dug themselves foxholes in between the bombs and the boxes of ammunition.

It was funny to see our men sitting down among the German corpses and eating their lunches. Our men are pretty hard.

It was the superior fighting ability of the American soldier, the wonderful efficiency of our mechanical transport, the work of Bradley, Keyes, and the Army Staff that did the trick. I just came along for the ride. I certainly love war.

One poor fellow had lost his right arm and he cried. Another had lost a leg. All of them were brave and cheerful. A first sergeant who was in for his second wound laughed and said that after he received his third wound he was going to ask to go home. I had told General Marshall months ago that an enlisted man who had been hit three times should be sent home.

Our men are really grim fighters. I would hate to be the enemy.

This war makes higher demands on courage and discipline than any war of which I have known. But, when you see men who have demonstrated discipline and courage, killed and wounded, it naturally raises a lump in your throat and sometimes produces a tear in your eye.

SPAATZ, GENERAL CARL

General Spaatz came to see me. As usual, he was dirty and unshaven.

SUMMERSBY, LIEUTENANT KAY

Ike asked me to dinner; Kay, Butcher, a British aide-de-camp, and a WAAC captain were present. Ike was very nasty and show-offish. He always is when Kay is present.

Prince Bernhard of Holland decorated a number of SHAEF officers, including Lieutenant Summersby. The last one was in a high state of nerves as a result of hearing that General Eisenhower is not returning.

TRUSCOTT, GENERAL LUCIAN K.

His promotion has been well deserved and he has invariably done a good, though never brilliant, job. I am very proud of him.

UNIVERSAL SERVICE (CONSCRIPTION)

I am firmly convinced that we must have a universal system of training. The only hope for a peaceful world is a powerful America with the adequate means to instantly check aggressors. Unless we are so armed and prepared, the next war will probably destroy us. No one who has lived in a destroyed country can view such a possibility with anything except horror.

Fires are not put out by disbanding the fire department and wars are not prevented by destroying a country’s armed forces.

We will have no real Army until we have universal service.

WALKER, GENERAL WALTON H.

Walker is a very fine soldier. He has never complained about any order that he has received.

Walker called up late and asked if he could continue a serious attack. I told him to go ahead.

Milly and Troy are starting again Sunday and Walker keeps pitching all the time.

General Walker is always the most willing and most cooperative. He will apparently fight anytime, anyplace, with anything that the Army Commander desires to give to him.

WAR, STRATEGY, AND TACTICS

Exploitation signifies that the situation is such as to at least justify the hope that there is something to exploit. In other words, that the crust has just been broken, and we are about to eat the pie.

Due to subconscious memories of prehistoric arboreal existence, man possesses an inherent instinct for secretive movements. Owing to this fact, instructors are prone to display exaggerated interest and ingenuity in ‘hide and seek’ tactics.

Overstressing the value of concealment has a further disadvantage due to the psychological effect produced on the soldier. Just as children often create terrors from the fertility of their own imaginations, so do soldiers create in themselves visions of an omnipresent and deadly enemy.

In battle, the soldier enters a lottery with death as the stake. The only saving clauses in this gamble lie in time and the demoralizing effect produced on the enemy by the rapid and uninterrupted advance of the attacker.

My policy of continuous attack is correct. The farther we press, the more stuff we find abandoned that should not be abandoned. The Italians are fighting very well in the face of defeat. They must crack soon.

Sitting on a tank watching the show is fatuous, killing wins wars.

Each time we fight with only one weapon when we could use several weapons, we are not fighting and winning a battle; we are making fools of ourselves.

People must try to use their imagination. When orders fail to come they must act on their own best judgement. A very safe rule to follow is that in case of doubt, push on a little further and then keep on pushing.

I am obsessed with the idea that tanks should be used as quail shooting weapons, and not as buffaloes.

You can kill more soldiers by scaring them to death from behind with a lot of noise than you can by attacking them from the front.

I think that it is worthy to note that the primary function of an Armored Force is to disrupt command, communications, and supply.

Death in battle is a function of time. The longer troops remain under fire, the more men get killed. Therefore, everything must be done to speed up movement.

I am sometimes appalled at the density of human beings. I am also nauseated by the fact that Hodges and Bradley state that all human virtue depends on knowing infantry tactics. I know that no general officer and practically no colonel needs to know any tactics. The tactics belong to battalion commanders. If generals knew less tactics, they would interfere less.

We received a number of replacement captains. I initially assigned them to companies under lieutenants until they had learned the ropes. While this is not authorized in the regulations, I did it in both this and the First World War, and it works.

One of the chief defects of an airborne division is the fact that it never has anything it needs after it lands. No tanks, no adequate artillery, and no transportation.

General Eddy called me to state that his allowance of shells for the 16th was nine thousand, but I told him to go ahead and shoot twenty thousand, because I see no need in hoarding ammunition. You either use it or you don’t. I would lose more men by shooting nine thousand rounds a day for three days than I would by shooting twenty thousand in one day, and probably would not get as far. I believe in fighting until lack of supplies forces you to stop, then digging in.

Throughout history, campaigns and wars have been lost due to an army stopping on the wrong side of a river.

The tank must be used boldly. It is new and always has the element of surprise. It is also terrifying to look at as the infantry soldier is helpless before it.

Despite the oceans of ink and years of thought which have been devoted to the elucidation of war, it’s secrets still remain shrouded in mystery. Indeed, it is due largely to the very volume of available information that the veil is so thick. War is an art and as such it is not susceptible to explanation by fixed formulae. Yet, from the earliest time there has been an unending effort to subject it’s complex and emotional structure to dissection, to enunciate rules for it’s waging, to make tangible it’s intangibility. One might as well attempt to isolate the soul by the dissection of a cadaver as to seek the essence of war by the analysis of it’s records.

Civilization has affected us. We abhor personal encounter. Many a man will risk his life, with an easy mind, in a burning house who would recoil from having his nose punched. We have been taught restraint from our emotions, to look upon anger as low, until many of us have never experienced the God sent ecstasy of unbridled wrath. We have never felt our eyes screw up, our temples throb, and have never had the red mist gather in our sight. But, we expect that a man shall, in an instant, in the twinkling of an eye, divest himself of all restraint, of all caution, and hurl himself upon the enemy, a frenzied beast, lusting to probe his enemy’s guts with three feet of steel or to shatter his brain with a bullet. Gentlemen, it cannot be done without mental practice. Therefore, you must school yourselves to savagery. You must imagine how it will feel when your sword hilt crashes into the breastbone of your enemy. You must picture the wild exaltation of the mounted charge when the lips are drawn back into a snarl and the voice cracks with a passion. At one time, you must be both a wise man and a fool.

Strategy and tactics do not change. The means only of applying them differ.

You must never halt because some other unit is stuck. If you press on, you will relieve the pressure on the adjacent unit and it will accompany you.

War is conflict. Fighting is an elemental exposition of the age old effort to survive. It is the cold glitter in the attacker’s eye, not the point of the questing bayonet, that breaks the line.

As a man who has seen something of war, I am more impressed with the manly virtues it engenders than with the necessary and much exaggerated horrors attendant upon it.

The fierce frenzy of hate and determination flashing from the bloodshot eyes squinting behind the glittering steel is what wins wars.

Volumes are devoted to armament; pages to inspiration.

Since the necessary limitations of map problems inhibit the student from considering the effects of hunger, emotion, personality, fatigue, leadership, and many other imponderable yet vital factors, he first neglects, and then forgets them.

The fixed determination to acquire the warrior soul, and having acquired it, to conquer or perish with honor, is the secret of success in war.

War is not a contest with gloves. It is resorted to only when laws, which are rules, have failed.

The atomic bomb is simply a new instrument in the orchestration of death, which is war.

Use steamroller strategy; that is, make up your mind on course and direction of action, and stick to it. But in tactics, do not steamroller. Attack weakness. Hold them by the nose and kick them in the ass.

Since our progress from now on had to be along the lines of what General Allen called the ‘rock soup’ method, I will describe it. A tramp once went to a house and asked for some boiling water to make ‘rock soup’. The lady was interested and gave him some water, into which he placed two polished stones. He then asked if he might have some potatoes to flavor it a little, and then some carrots, and finally some meat. In other words, in order to attack, we had to first pretend to reconnoiter, then reinforce the reconnaissance, and finally put on a attack; all depending upon what amount of gasoline and ammunition we could secure.

I also re-read the ‘Norman Conquest’ by Freeman, paying particular attention to the roads used by William the Conqueror during his operations in Normandy and Brittany. The roads used in those days had to be on ground which was always practical.

War is just like boxing. When you get your opponent on the ropes you must keep punching the hell out of him and not let him recover.

Remember this; no set piece of tactics is of any merit in itself unless it is executed by heroic and disciplined troops who have self confidence and who have leaders who take care of them.

We all feel that indiscriminate bombing has no military value and that it is cruel and wasteful and that all such efforts should always be on purely military targets and on selected commodities which are scarce for the enemy. In the case of Germany, the target would be oil.

War is the culmination of convergent commercial and political interests. Wars are fought by soldiers, but they are produced by businessmen and politicians.

Commanding an army is not such a very absorbing task except that one must be ready at all hours of the day and night to make some momentous decision, which frequently consists of telling somebody who thinks that he is beaten that he is not beaten.

WEAPONS

While in France in 1918, I was directed to report on the military value of a machine going by the euphonious name of the ‘moving fort and trench destroyer’. An elaborate set of blueprints accompanied the description of the horrid instrument. Those prints depicted a caterpillar propelled box of generous proportions covered with two inch armor and bearing in it’s bosom six ’75’s’, 20 machine guns, and a flame thrower while in the middle was a rectangular box 6 by 3 by 2 feet in size with the pathetic epitaph ‘engine not yet devised’. I do not know if atom bursting was known at that date, but if it was, I feel certain that an engine actuated by that sort of power must have been intended as no other form of power occupying so small a space could have propelled the 200 tons of estimated weight of the ‘fort’.

Certainly, the advent of the atomic bomb was not half as startling as the initial appearance of gunpowder. In my own lifetime, I can remember two inventions, or possibly three, which were supposed to stop war; namely the dynamite cruiser ‘Vesuvius’, the submarine, and the tank. Yet, wars go blithely on and will still go on when your great grandchildren are very old men.

Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men. It is the spirit of the men who follow and the man who leads that gains victory.

Today, machines hold the place formally occupied by the jawbone of an ass, elephant, armor, longbow, gunpowder, and submarine. They, too, shall pass.

The wrestling adage, ‘There is a block for every hold’ is equally applicable to war. Each new weapon demands a new block and it is mightily potent until that block is devised.

The glory of the skyrocket elicits our applause, the splash of it’s charred stick is unnoticed.

The initial appearance of each new weapon or military device has always marked the zenith of it’s tactical effect, though usually the nadir of it’s technical efficiency.

Each form of specialist, like the aviators, the artillerymen, or the tanks, talk as if theirs was the only useful weapon and that if there were enough of them used, the war would soon end. As a matter of fact, it is the doughboy, in the final analysis, who does the trick.

It is very easy for ignorant people to think that success in war may be gained by the use of some wonderful invention rather than by hard fighting and superior leadership.

Eisenhower’s Holocaust – His Slaughter Of 1.7 Million Germans

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“God, I hate the Germans…” (Dwight David
Eisenhower in a letter to his wife in September, 1944)

First, I want you to picture something in your mind. You are a German soldier who survived through the battles of World II. You were not really politically involved, and your parents were also indifferent to politics, but suddenly your education was interrupted and you were drafted into the German army and told where to fight. Now, in the Spring of 1945, you see that your country has been demolished by the Allies, your cities lie in ruins, and half of your family has been killed or is missing. Now, your unit is being surrounded, and it is finally time to surrender. The fact is, there is no other choice.

It has been a long, cold winter. The German army rations have not been all that good, but you managed to survive. Spring came late that year, with weeks of cold rainy weather in demolished Europe. Your boots are tattered, your uniform is falling apart, and the stress of surrender and the confusion that lies ahead for you has your guts being torn out. Now, it is over, you must surrender or be shot. This is war and the real world.

You are taken as a German Prisoner of War into American hands. The Americans had 200 such Prisoner of War camps scattered across Germany. You are marched to a compound surrounded with barbed wire fences as far as the eye can see. Thousands upon thousands of your fellow German soldiers are already in this make-shift corral. You see no evidence of a latrine and after three hours of marching through the mud of the spring rain, the comfort of a latrine is upper-most in your mind. You are driven through the heavily guarded gate and find yourself free to move about, and you begin the futile search for the latrine. Finally, you ask for directions, and are informed that no such luxury exists.

No more time. You find a place and squat. First you were exhausted, then hungry, then fearful, and now; dirty. Hundreds more German prisoners are behind you, pushing you on, jamming you together and every one of them searching for the latrine as soon as they could do so. Now, late in the day, there is no space to even squat, much less sit down to rest your weary legs. None of the prisoners, you quickly learn, have had any food that day, in fact there was no food while in the American hands that any surviving prisoner can testify to. No one has eaten any food for weeks, and they are slowly starving and dying. But, they can’t do this to us! There are the Geneva Convention rules for the treatment of Prisoners of War. There must be some mistake! Hope continues through the night, with no shelter from the cold, biting rain.

Your uniform is sopping wet, and formerly brave soldiers are weeping all around you, as buddy after buddy dies from the lack of food, water, sleep and shelter from the weather. After weeks of this, your own hope bleeds off into despair, and finally you actually begin to envy those who, having surrendered first manhood and then dignity, now also surrender life itself. More hopeless weeks go by. Finally, the last thing you remember is falling, unable to get up, and lying face down in the mud mixed with the excrement of those who have gone before.

Your body will be picked up long after it is cold, and taken to a special tent where your clothing is stripped off. So that you will be quickly forgotten, and never again identified, your dog-tag is snipped in half and your body along with those of your fellow soldiers are covered with chemicals for rapid decomposition and buried. You were not one of the exceptions, for more than one million seven hundred thousand German Prisoners of War died from a deliberate policy of extermination by starvation, exposure, and disease, under direct orders of the General Dwight David Eisenhower.

One month before the end of World War 11, General Eisenhower issued special orders concerning the treatment of German Prisoners and specific in the language of those orders was this statement,

“Prison enclosures are to provide no shelter or other comforts.”

Eisenhower biographer Stephen Ambrose, who was given access to the Eisenhower personal letters, states that he proposed to exterminate the entire German General Staff, thousands of people, after the war.

Eisenhower, in his personal letters, did not merely hate the Nazi Regime, and the few who imposed its will down from the top, but that HE HATED THE GERMAN PEOPLE AS A RACE. It was his personal intent to destroy as many of them as he could, and one way was to wipe out as many prisoners of war as possible.

Of course, that was illegal under International law, so he issued an order on March 10, 1945 and verified by his initials on a cable of that date, that German Prisoners of War be predesignated as “Disarmed Enemy Forces” called in these reports as DEF. He ordered that these Germans did not fall under the Geneva Rules, and were not to be fed or given any water or medical attention. The Swiss Red Cross was not to inspect the camps, for under the DEF classification, they had no such authority or jurisdiction.

Months after the war was officially over, Eisenhower’s special German DEF camps were still in operation forcing the men into confinement, but denying that they were prisoners. As soon as the war was over, General George Patton simply turned his prisoners loose to fend for themselves and find their way home as best they could. Eisenhower was furious, and issued a specific order to Patton, to turn these men over to the DEF camps. Knowing Patton as we do from history, we know that these orders were largely ignored, and it may well be that Patton’s untimely and curious death may have been a result of what he knew about these wretched Eisenhower DEF camps.

The book, OTHER LOSSES, found its way into the hands of a Canadian news reporter, Peter Worthington, of the OTTAWA SUN. He did his own research through contacts he had in Canada, and reported in his column on September 12,1989 the following, in part:

“…it is hard to escape the conclusion that Dwight Eisenhower was a war criminal of epic proportions. His (DEF) policy killed more Germans in peace than were killed in the European Theater.”

“For years we have blamed the 1.7 million missing German POW’s on the Russians. Until now, no one dug too deeply … Witnesses and survivors have been interviewed by the author; one Allied officer compared the American camps to Buchenwald.”

It is known, that the Allies had sufficient stockpiles of food and medicine to care for these German soldiers. This was deliberately and intentionally denied them. Many men died of gangrene from frostbite due to deliberate exposure. Local German people who offered these men food, were denied. General Patton’s Third Army was the only command in the European Theater to release significant numbers of Germans.

Others, such as Omar Bradley and General J.C.H. Lee, Commander of Com Z, tried, and ordered the release of prisoners within a week of the war’s end. However, a SHAEF Order, signed by Eisenhower, countermanded them on May 15th.

Does that make you angry? What will it take to get the average apathetic American involved in saving his country from such traitors at the top? Thirty years ago, amid the high popularity of Eisenhower, a book was written setting out the political and moral philosophy; of Dwight David Eisenhower called, THE POLITICIAN, by Robert Welch. This year is the 107th Anniversary of Eisenhower’s birth in Denison, Texas on October 14, 1890, the son of Jacob David Eisenhower and his wife Ida. Everyone is all excited about the celebration of this landmark in the history of “this American patriot.” Senator Robert Dole, in honor of the Commander of the American Death Camps, proposed that Washington’s Dulles Airport be renamed the Eisenhower Airport!

The UNITED STATES MINT in Philadelphia, PA is actually issuing a special Eisenhower Centennial Silver Dollar for only $25 each. They will only mint 4 million of these collector’s items, and veteran’s magazines are promoting these coins under the slogan, “Remember the Man…Remember the Times…” Pardon me if I regurgitate!

There will be some veterans who will not be buying these coins. Two will be Col. James Mason and Col. Charles Beasley who were in the U.S. Army Medical Corps who published a paper on the Eisenhower Death Camps in 1950. They stated in part:

“Huddled close together for warmth, behind the barbed wire was a most awesome sight; nearly 100,000 haggard, apathetic, dirty, gaunt, blank-staring men clad in dirty gray uniforms, and standing ankle deep in mud … water was a major problem, yet only 200 yards away the River Rhine was running bank-full.”

Another Veteran, who will not be buying any of the Eisenhower Silver Dollars is Martin Brech of Mahopac, New York, a semi-retired professor of philosophy at Mercy College in Dobbs Ferry, NY. In 1945, Brech was an 18 year old Private First Class in Company C of the 14th Infantry, assigned as a guard and interpreter at the Eisenhower Death Camp at Andernach, along
the Rhine River. He stated for SPOTLIGHT, February 12, 1990:

“My protests (regarding treatment of the German DEF’S) were met with hostility or indifference, and when I threw our ample rations to them over the barbed wire. I was threatened, making it clear that it was our deliberate policy not to adequately feed them.”

“When they caught me throwing C- Rations over the fence, they threatened me with imprisonment. One Captain told me that he would shoot me if he saw me again tossing food to the Germans … Some of the men were really only boys 13 years of age…Some of the prisoners were old men drafted by Hitler in his last ditch stand … I understand that average weight of the prisoners at Andernach was 90 pounds…I have received threats … Nevertheless, this…has liberated me, for I may now be heard when I relate the horrible atrocity I witnessed as a prison guard for one of ‘Ike’s death camps’ along the Rhine.” (Betty Lou Smith Hanson)

Note: Remember the photo of Ike’s West Point yearbook picture when he was dubbed “IKE, THE TERRIBLE SWEDISH JEW”? By the way, he was next, or nearly so, to the last in his class. This article was first printed in 1990, but we thought it was meaningful to reprint it now.

Note: During Cadet Eisenhower’s time at West Point Academy, Eisenhower was summoned to the office of the headmaster and was asked some pointed questions. At the time, it was routine procedure to test a cadet’s blood to insure White racial integrity.

Apparently, there was a question of Eisenhower’s racial lineage and this was brought to Eisenhower’s attention by the headmaster. When asked if he was part Oriental, Eisenhower replied in the negative. After some discussion, Eisenhower admitted having Jewish background. The headmaster then reportedly said, “That’s where you get your Oriental blood?” Although he was allowed to remain at the academy, word got around since this was a time in history when non-Whites were not allowed into the academy. Note – The issue of Eisenhower’s little-known Jewish background in academically essential in understanding his psychopathic
hatred of German men, women and children.

Later, in Eisenhower’s West Point Military Academy graduating class yearbook, published in 1915, Eisenhower is identified as a “terrible Swedish Jew.”

Wherever Eisenhower went during his military career, Eisenhower’s Jewish background and secondary manifesting behavior was a concern to his fellow officers. During World War II when Col. Eisenhower was working for Gen. Douglas MacArthur in the South Pacific, MacArthur protested to his superiors in Washington (DC) that Eisenhower was incompetent and that he did not want Eisenhower on his staff.

In 1943, Washington not only transferred Col. Eisenhower to Europe but promoted him over more than 30 more experienced senior officers to five star general and placed him in charge of all the US forces in Europe.

Thus it comes as no surprise that General George Patton, a real Aryan warrior, hated Eisenhower.

[Ed: Patton was keen to fight the Soviets, and reportedly kept some German units ready to move against the Soviets…unsurprisingly he was killed; after the war, in a ‘car crash,’ just like Lawrence of Arabia was conveniently bumped off, in a similar manner, for his ‘pro-fascist’ views].

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From George

12-28-3

Finally, the truth about Ike. He was a zionist!, a racist! and a slaughterer of innocents! He was always these things. And all anyone remembers is his famous quote “to beware of the military/industrial complex.” Like this knowledge means he was a great precient prophet, when he was really a part of the NWO and helped set the US up for all that followed. The tooling jobs and industry started to leave the US in the early ’50’s, when Ike got into power. It was Japan they were building. Notice the difference between the destruction of Japan and the quick buildup of the Philipines and Japan and the Pacific the US took over, after the war of hegemony to steal the wealth of the Pacific Rim and present day Afghanistan, Iraq etc., now that the zionists rule the ‘world’. The zionist essence is evil, destructive and self-destructive. Ike was a tool of the zionist evil essence.

German POW’s Diary Reveals More Of Ike’s Holocaust

12-29-3

Note – The following diary extract has been provided by the nephew of the author under the conditions we honor his request for anonymity. -ed

A transcript of my Uncle’s words…from my Mother’s diary:

“Suddenly an American Jeep moved towards us and several American Soldiers surrounded us. There was no officer in charge, and the first thing the ‘Amis’ did – they liberated us, I mean, from our few valuables, mainly rings and watches…….. We were now prisoners of war- no doubt about it!

The first night we were herded into a barn, where we met about 100 men who shared the same fate. To make my story short, we were finally transported to Fuerstenfeldbruck near Munich. Here we, who were gathered around Hermann, interrupted him and gasped in dismay.

Fuerstenfeldbruck had become known to us as one of the most cruel POW camps in the American zone.

Then my brother continued:

Again we were searched and had to surrender everything, even our field utensils, except a spoon. Here, in freezing temperature, 20,000 of us were squeezed together on the naked ground, without blanket or cover, exposed day and night to the winter weather.

For six days we received neither food nor water! We used our spoons to catch drops of rain.

We were surrounded by heavy tanks. During the night bright searchlights blinded us, so that sleep was impossible. We napped from time to time, standing up and leaning against each other. It was keeping us warmer that sitting on the frozen ground.

Many of us were near collapse. One of our comrades went mad, he jumped around wildly, wailing and whimpering. he was shot at once. His body was lying on the ground, and we were not allowed to come near him. He was not he only one. Each suspicious movement caused the guards to shoot into the crowd, and a few were always hit.

German civilians, mainly women of the surrounding villages, tried to approach the camp to bring food and water for us prisoners. they were chased away.

Our German officers could finally succeed to submit an official protest, particularly because of the deprivation of water. As a response, a fire hose was thrown into the midst of the densely crowded prisoners and then turned on. Because of the high water pressure the hose moved violently to and fro. Prisoners tumbled, fell, got up and ran again to catch a bit of water. In that confusion the water went to waste, and the ground under us turned into slippery mud. All the while the ‘Amis’ watched that spectacle, finding it very funny and most entertaining. They laughed at our predicament as hard as they could. Then suddenly, they turned the water off again.

We had not expected that the Americans would behave in such a manner. We could hardly believe it. War brutalizes human beings.

One day later we were organized into groups of 400 men …. We were to receive two cans of food for each man. This is how it was to be done: The prisoners had to run through he slippery mud, and each one had to grab his two cans quickly, at the moment he passed the guards. One of my comrades slipped and could not run fast enough, He was shot at once ….

On May 10th , several truckloads of us were transported the the garrison of Ulm by the Danube….. As each man jumped into the truck, a guard kicked him in the backbone with his rifle butt.

We arrived in the city of Heilbronn by the Neckar, In the end we counted 240,000 men, who lived on the naked ground and without cover.

Spring and summer were mild this year, but we were starving. At 6;00 am we received coffee, at noon about a pint of soup and 100 grams of bread a day……..

The ‘Amis’ gave us newspapers in German language, describing the terrors of the concentration camps. We did not believe any of it. We figured the Americans only wanted to demoralize us further.

The fields on which we lived belonged to the farmers of the area…soon nothing of the clover and other sprouting greens were left, and the trees were barren. We had eaten each blade of grass…..

In some camps there were Hungarian POW’s. 15,000 of them. Mutiny against their officers broke out twice amongst them. After the second mutiny the Americans decided to use German prisoners to govern the Hungarians. Since the Hungarians were used as workers they were well fed. There was more food than they could eat. But when the Germans asked the Americans for permission to bring the Hungarians’ leftovers into the camps of the starving Germans, it was denied. The Americans rather destroyed surplus food, than giving it to the Germans.

Sometimes it happened that groups of our own men were gathered and transported away. We presumed they were discharged to go home, and naturally, we wished to be among them. Much later we heard they were sent to labor camps! My mother’s cousin, feared that he would be drafted into the Hitler Youth SS, he volunteered to the marines, in 1945 his unit was in Denmark. On April 20th they were captured by the Americans. his experience in the POW camp was identical that of my brother’s. They lived in open fields, did not receive and food and water the first six days, and starved nearly to death. German wives and mothers who wanted to throw loaves of bread over the fence, were chased off. The prisoners, just to have something to chew, scraped the bark from young trees. my cousins job was to report each morning how many had died during the night. “and these were not just a few!” he adds to his report he wrote me.

It became known, that the conditions in the POW camps in the American Zone were identical everywhere. We could therefore safely conclude, that it was by intent and by orders from higher ups to starve the German POW’s and we blamed General Eisenhower for it. He, who was of German descent could not discern the evildoers during the Nazi time from our decent people. We held that neglect of knowledge and understanding severely against him.

I wish to quote the inscription on the grave stones of those of my German compatriots who have already passed away:

We had to pass through fire and through water. But now you have loosened our bonds.

Quote Of The Week

“You must be single minded. Drive for the one thing on which you have decided. You will find that you will make some people miserable; those you love and very often yourself. And, if it looks like you are getting there, all kinds of people, including some whom you thought were loyal friends, will suddenly show up doing their Goddamndest, hypocritical best to trip you up, blacken you, and break your spirit. Politicians are the worst; they’ll wear their country’s flag in public, but they’ll use it to wipe their asses in the caucus room, if they think that it will win them a vote.”

General George S. Patton Jr.

Quote Of The Week

“The radio this morning said that the C.I.O. wants a bigger ‘New Deal’. Where in hell do they think the money comes from? Or, do they simply want to destroy our form of government and go communist? If they knew as much about Russia as I do, they would not be so crazy to be communists.”

General George S. Patton Jr.

Why The Jews Hated General George S. Patton Jr,

http://rense.com/general75/allies.htm  (Taken from Rense in case it is removed)

 
From Dick Eastman
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From Gavin Oughton
2-29-7

At the end of World War II, one of America’s top military leaders accurately assessed the shift in the balance of world power which that war had produced and foresaw the enormous danger of communist aggression against the West. Alone among U.S. leaders he warned that America should act immediately, while her supremacy was unchallengeable, to end that danger. Unfortunately, his warning went unheeded, and he was quickly silenced by a convenient “accident” which took his life.
 
Thirty-two years ago, in the terrible summer of 1945, the U.S. Army had just completed the destruction of Europe and had set up a government of military occupation amid the ruins to rule the starving Germans and deal out victors’ justice to the vanquished. General George S. Patton, commander of the U.S. Third Army, became military governor of the greater portion of the American occupation zone of Germany.
 
Patton was regarded as the “fightingest” general in all the Allied forces. He was considerably more audacious and aggressive than most commanders, and his martial ferocity may very well have been the deciding factor which led to the Allied victory. He personally commanded his forces in many of the toughest and most decisive battles of the war: in Tunisia, in Sicily, in the cracking of the Siegfried Line, in holding back the German advance during the Battle of the Bulge, in the exceptionally bloody fighting around Bastogne in December 1944 and January 1945.
 
During the war Patton had respected the courage and the fighting qualities of the Germans — especially when he compared them with those of some of America’s allies — but he had also swallowed whole the hate-inspired wartime propaganda generated by America’s alien media masters.
 
He believed Germany was a menace to America’s freedom and that Germany’s National Socialist government was an especially evil institution. Acting on these beliefs he talked incessantly of his desire to kill as many Germans as possible, and he exhorted his troops to have the same goal. These bloodthirsty exhortations led to the nickname “Blood and Guts” Patton.
 
It was only in the final days of the war and during his tenure as military governor of Germany — after he had gotten to know both the Germans and America’s “gallant Soviet allies” — that Patton’s understanding of the true situation grew and his opinions changed. In his diary and in many letters to his family, friends, various military colleagues, and government officials, he expressed his new understanding and his apprehensions for the future. His diary and his letters were published in 1974 by the Houghton Mifflin Company under the title The Patton Papers.
 
Several months before the end of the war, General Patton had recognized the fearful danger to the West posed by the Soviet Union, and he had disagreed bitterly with the orders which he had been given to hold back his army and wait for the Red Army to occupy vast stretches of German, Czech, Rumanian, Hungarian, and Yugoslav territory, which the Americans could have easily taken instead.
 
On May 7, 1945, just before the German capitulation, Patton had a conference in Austria with U.S. Secretary of War Robert Patterson. Patton was gravely concerned over the Soviet failure to respect the demarcation lines separating the Soviet and American occupation zones. He was also alarmed by plans in Washington for the immediate partial demobilization of the U.S. Army.
 
Patton said to Patterson: “Let’s keep our boots polished, bayonets sharpened, and present a picture of force and strength to the Red Army. This is the only language they understand and respect.”
 
Patterson replied, “Oh, George, you have been so close to this thing so long, you have lost sight of the big picture.”
 
Patton rejoined: “I understand the situation. Their (the Soviet) supply system is inadequate to maintain them in a serious action such as I could put to them. They have chickens in the coop and cattle on the hoof — that’s their supply system. They could probably maintain themselves in the type of fighting I could give them for five days. After that it would make no difference how many million men they have, and if you wanted Moscow I could give it to you. They lived on the land coming down. There is insufficient left for them to maintain themselves going back. Let’s not give them time to build up their supplies. If we do, then . . . we have had a victory over the Germans and disarmed them, but we have failed in the liberation of Europe.  We have lost the war!”
 
Patton’s urgent and prophetic advice went unheeded by Patterson and the other politicians and only served to give warning about Patton’s feelings to the alien conspirators behind the scenes in New York, Washington, and Moscow.
 
The more he saw of the Soviets, the stronger Patton’s conviction grew that the proper course of action would be to stifle Communism then and there, while the chance existed.
 
 
Later in May 1945, he attended several meetings and social affairs
 
with top Red Army officers, and he evaluated them carefully. He noted in his diary on May 14: “I have never seen in any army at any time, including the German Imperial Army of 1912, as severe discipline as exists in the Russian army. The officers, with few exceptions, give the appearance of recently civilized Mongolian bandits.”
 
And Patton’s aide, General Hobart Gay, noted in his own journal for May 14: “Everything they (the Russians) did impressed one with the idea of virility and cruelty.”
 
Nevertheless, Patton knew that the Americans could whip the Reds then — but perhaps not later. On May 18 he noted in his diary: “In my opinion, the American Army as it now exists could beat the Russians with the greatest of ease, because, while the Russians have good infantry, they are lacking in artillery, air, tanks, and in the knowledge of the use of the combined arms, whereas we excel in all three of these. If it should be necessary to right the Russians, the sooner we do it the better.”
 
Two days later he repeated his concern when he wrote his wife: “If we have to fight them, now is the time. From now on we will get weaker and they stronger.”
 
Having immediately recognized the Soviet danger and urged a course of action which would have freed all of eastern Europe from the communist yoke with the expenditure of far less American blood than was spilled in Korea and Vietnam and would have obviated both those later wars not to mention World War III — Patton next came to appreciate the true nature of the people for whom World War II was fought: the Jews.
 
Most of the Jews swarming over Germany immediately after the war came from Poland and Russia, and Patton found their personal habits shockingly uncivilized.
 
He was disgusted by their behavior in the camps for Displaced Persons (DP’s) which the Americans built for them and even more disgusted by the way they behaved when they were housed in German hospitals and private homes. He observed with horror that “these people do not understand toilets and refuse to use them except as repositories for tin cans, garbage, and refuse . . . They decline, where practicable, to use latrines, preferring to relieve themselves on the floor.”
 
He described in his diary one DP camp, “where, although room existed, the Jews were crowded together to an appalling extent, and in practically every room there was a pile of garbage in one corner which was also used as a latrine. The Jews were only forced to desist from their nastiness and clean up the mess by the threat of the butt ends of rifles. Of course, I know the expression ‘lost tribes of Israel’ applied to the tribes which disappeared — not to the tribe of Judah from which the current sons of bitches are descended. However, it is my personal opinion that this too is a lost tribe — lost to all decency.”
 
Patton’s initial impressions of the Jews were not improved when he attended a Jewish religious service at Eisenhower’s insistence. His diary entry for September 17, 1945, reads in part: “This happened to be the feast of Yom Kippur, so they were all collected in a large, wooden building, which they called a synagogue. It behooved General Eisenhower to make a speech to them. We entered the synagogue, which was packed with the greatest stinking bunch of humanity I have ever seen. When we got about halfway up, the head rabbi, who was dressed in a fur hat similar to that worn by Henry VIII of England and in a surplice heavily embroidered and very filthy, came down and met the General . . . The smell was so terrible that I almost fainted and actually about three hours later lost my lunch as the result of remembering it.”
 
These experiences and a great many others firmly convinced Patton that the Jews were an especially unsavory variety of creature and hardly deserving of all the official concern the American government was bestowing on them.
 
Another September diary entry, following a demand from Washington that more German housing be turned over to Jews, summed up his feelings: “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.”
 
One of the strongest factors in straightening out General Patton’s thinking on the conquered Germans was the behavior of America’s controlled news media toward them. At a press conference in Regensburg, Germany, on May 8, 1945, immediately after Germany’s surrender, Patton was asked whether he planned to treat captured SS troops differently from other German POW’s. His answer was: “No. SS means no more in Germany than being a Democrat in America —  that is not to be quoted. I mean by that that initially the SS people were special sons of bitches, but as the war progressed they ran out of sons of bitches and then they put anybody in there. Some of the top SS men will be treated as criminals, but there is no reason for trying someone who was drafted into this outfit . . .”
 
Despite Patton’s request that his remark not be quoted, the press eagerly seized on it, and Jews and their front men in America screamed in outrage over Patton’s comparison of the SS and the Democratic Party as well as over his announced intention of treating most SS prisoners humanely.
 
Patton refused to take hints from the press, however, and his disagreement with the American occupation policy formulated in Washington grew. Later in May he said to his brother-in-law: “I think that this non-fraternization is very stupid. If we are going to keep American soldiers in a country, they have to have some civilians to talk to. Furthermore, I think we could do a lot for the German civilians by letting our soldiers talk to their young people.”
 
Various of Patton’s colleagues tried to make it perfectly clear what was expected of him. One politically ambitious officer, Brig. Gen. Philip S. Gage, anxious to please the powers that be, wrote to Patton: “Of course, I know that even your extensive powers are limited, but I do hope that wherever and whenever you can you will do what you can to make the German populace suffer. For God’s sake, please don’t ever go soft in regard to them. Nothing could ever be too bad for them.”
 
But Patton continued to do what he thought was right, whenever he could. With great reluctance, and only after repeated promptings from Eisenhower, he had thrown German families out of their homes to make room for more than a million Jewish DP’s — part of the famous “six million” who had supposedly been gassed — but he balked when ordered to begin blowing up German factories, in accord with the infamous Morgenthau Plan to destroy Germany’s economic basis forever. In his diary he wrote: “I doubted the expediency of blowing up factories, because the ends for which the factories are being blown up — that is, preventing Germany from preparing for war — can be equally well attained through the destruction of their machinery, while the buildings can be used to house thousands of homeless persons.”
 
Similarly, he expressed his doubts to his military colleagues about the overwhelming emphasis being placed on the persecution of every German who had formerly been a member of the National Socialist party. In a letter to his wife of September 14, 1945, he said: “I am frankly opposed to this war criminal stuff . It is not cricket and is Semitic. I am also opposed to sending POW’s to work as slaves in foreign lands, where many will be starved to death.”
 
Despite his disagreement with official policy, Patton followed the rules laid down by Morgenthau and others back in Washington as closely as his conscience would allow, but he tried to moderate the effect, and this brought him into increasing conflict with Eisenhower and the other politically ambitious generals. In another letter to his wife he commented: “I have been at Frankfurt for a civil government conference. If what we are doing (to the Germans) is ‘Liberty, then give me death.’ I can’t see how Americans can sink so low. It is Semitic, and I am sure of it.”
 
And in his diary he noted:, “Today we received orders . . . in which we were told to give the Jews special accommodations. If for Jews, why not Catholics, Mormons, etc? . . . We are also turning over to the French several hundred thousand prisoners of war to be used as slave labor in France. It is amusing to recall that we fought the Revolution in defense of the rights of man and the Civil War to abolish slavery and have now gone back on both principles.”
 
His duties as military governor took Patton to all parts of Germany and intimately acquainted him with the German people and their condition. He could not help but compare them with the French, the Italians, the Belgians, and even the British. This comparison gradually forced him to the conclusion that World War II had been fought against the wrong people.
 
After a visit to ruined Berlin, he wrote his wife on July 21, 1945: “Berlin gave me the blues. We have destroyed what could have been a good race, and we are about to replace them with Mongolian savages. And all Europe will be communist. It’s said that for the first week after they took it (Berlin), all women who ran were shot and those who did not were raped. I could have taken it (instead of the Soviets) had I been allowed.”
 
This conviction, that the politicians had used him and the U.S. Army for a criminal purpose, grew in the following weeks. During a dinner with French General Alphonse Juin in August, Patton was surprised to find the Frenchman in agreement with him. His diary entry for August 18 quotes Gen. Juin: “It is indeed unfortunate, mon General, that the English and the Americans have destroyed in Europe the only sound country — and I do not mean France. Therefore, the road is now open for the advent of Russian communism.”
 
Later diary entries and letters to his wife reiterate this same conclusion. On August 31 he wrote: “Actually, the Germans are the only decent people left in Europe. it’s a choice between them and the Russians. I prefer the Germans.” And on September 2: “What we are doing is to destroy the only semi-modern state in Europe, so that Russia can swallow the whole.”
 
By this time the Morgenthauists and media monopolists had decided that Patton was incorrigible and must be discredited. So they began a non-stop hounding of him in the press, a la Watergate, accusing him of being “soft on Nazis” and continually recalling an incident in which he had slapped a shirker two years previously, during the Sicily campaign. A New York newspaper printed the completely false claim that when Patton had slapped the soldier who was Jewish, he had called him a “yellow-bellied Jew.”
 
Then, in a press conference on September 22, reporters hatched a scheme to needle Patton into losing his temper and making statements which could be used against him. The scheme worked. The press interpreted one of Patton’s answers to their insistent questions as to why he was not pressing the Nazi-hunt hard enough as: “The Nazi thing is just like a Democrat-Republican fight.” The New York Times headlined this quote, and other papers all across America picked it up.
 
The unmistakable hatred which had been directed at him during this press conference finally opened Patton’s eyes fully as to what was afoot. In his diary that night lie wrote: “There is a very apparent Semitic influence in the press. They are trying to do two things: first, implement communism, and second, see that all businessmen of German ancestry and non-Jewish antecedents are thrown out of their jobs. They have utterly lost the Anglo-Saxon conception of justice and feel that a man can be kicked out because somebody else says he is a Nazi. They were evidently quite shocked when I told them I would kick nobody out without the successful proof of guilt before a court of law . . . Another point which the press harped on was the fact that we were doing too much for the Germans to the detriment of the DP’s, most of whom are Jews. I could not give the answer to that one, because the answer is that, in my opinion and that of most nonpolitical officers, it is vitally necessary for us to build Germany up now as a buffer state against Russia. In fact, I am afraid we have waited too long.”
 
And in a letter of the same date to his wife: “I will probably be in the headlines before you get this, as the press is trying to quote me as being more interested in restoring order in Germany than in catching Nazis. I can’t tell them the truth that unless we restore Germany we will insure that communism takes America.”
 
Eisenhower responded immediately to the press outcry against Patton and made the decision to relieve him of his duties as military governor and “kick him upstairs” as the commander of the Fifteenth Army. In a letter to his wife on September 29, Patton indicated that he was, in a way, not unhappy with his new assignment, because “I would like it much better than being a sort of executioner to the best race in Europe.”
 
But even his change of duties did not shut Patton up. In his diary entry of October 1 we find the observation: “In thinking over the situation, I could not but be impressed with the belief that at the present moment the unblemished record of the American Army for non-political activities is about to be lost. Everyone seems to be more interested in the effects which his actions will have on his political future than in carrying out the motto of the United States Military Academy, ‘Duty, Honor, Country.’ I hope that after the current crop of political aspirants has been gathered our former tradition will be restored.”
 
And Patton continued to express these sentiments to his friends — and those he thought were his friends. On October 22 he wrote a long letter to Maj. Gen. James G. Harbord, who was back in the States. In the letter Patton bitterly condemned the Morgenthau policy; Eisenhower’s pusillanimous behavior in the face of Jewish demands; the strong pro-Soviet bias in the press; and the politicization, corruption, degradation, and demoralization of the U.S. Army which these things were causing.
 
He saw the demoralization of the Army as a deliberate goal of America’s enemies: “I have been just as furious as you at the compilation of lies which the communist and Semitic elements of our government have leveled against me and practically every other commander. In my opinion it is a deliberate attempt to alienate the soldier vote from the commanders, because the communists know that soldiers are not communistic, and they fear what eleven million votes (of veterans) would do.”
 
His denunciation of the politicization of the Army was scathing: “All the general officers in the higher brackets receive each morning from the War Department a set of American (newspaper) headlines, and, with the sole exception of myself, they guide themselves during the ensuing day by what they have read in the papers. . . .”
 
In his letter to Harbord, Patton also revealed his own plans to fight those who were destroying the morale and integrity of the Army and endangering America’s future by not opposing the growing Soviet might: “It is my present thought . . . that when I finish this job, which will be around the first of the year, I shall resign, not retire, because if I retire I will still have a gag in my mouth . . . I should not start a limited counterattack, which would be contrary to my military theories, but should wait until I can start an all-out offensive . . . .”
 
Two months later, on December 23, 1945, General George S. Patton was silenced forever.

The Famous Patton Speech


The Speech
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.

The men saw the camp turn out “en masse” for the first time and in full uniform, too. Today their marching was not lackadaisical. It was serious and the men felt the difference. From the lieutenants in charge of the companies on down in rank they felt the difference.

In long columns they marched down the hill from the barracks. They counted cadence while marching. They turned off to the left, up the rise and so on down into the roped off field where the General was to speak. Gold braid and stripes were everywhere. Soon, company by company, the hillside was a solid mass of brown. It was a beautiful fresh English morning. The tall trees lined the road and swayed gently in the breeze. Across the field, a British farmer calmly tilled his soil. High upon a nearby hill a group of British soldiers huddled together, waiting for the coming of the General. Military Police were everywhere wearing their white leggings, belts, and helmets. They were brisk and grim. The twittering of the birds in the trees could be heard above the dull murmur of the crowd and soft, white clouds floated lazily overhead as the men settled themselves and lit cigarettes.

On the special platform near the speakers stand, Colonels and Majors were a dime a dozen. Behind the platform stood General Patton’s “Guard of Honor”; all specially chosen men. At their right was a band playing rousing marches while the crowd waited and on the platform a nervous sergeant repeatedly tested the loudspeaker. The moment grew near and the necks began to crane to view the tiny winding road that led to Stourport-on-Severn. A captain stepped to the microphone. “When the General arrives,” he said sonorously, “the band will play the Generals March and you will all stand at attention.”

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!

At last, the long black car, shining resplendently in the bright sun, roared up the road, preceded by a jeep full of Military Police. A dead hush fell over the hillside. There he was! Impeccably dressed. With knee high, brown, gleaming boots, shiny helmet, and his Colt .45 Peacemaker swinging in its holster on his right side.

Patton strode down the incline and then straight to the stiff backed “Guard of Honor”. He looked them up and down. He peered intently into their faces and surveyed their backs. He moved through the ranks of the statuesque band like an avenging wraith and, apparently satisfied, mounted the platform with Lieutenant General Simpson and Major General Cook, the Corps Commander, at his side.

Major General Cook then introduced Lieutenant General Simpson, whose Army was still in America, preparing for their part in the war.

“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 and clear.

“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 road 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 General’s left.

“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 with pride, “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!”

Quote of the Day


“Civilization has affected us. We abhor personal encounter. Many a man will risk his life, with an easy mind, in a burning house who would recoil from having his nose punched. We have been taught restraint from our emotions, to look upon anger as low, until many of us have never experienced the God sent ecstasy of unbridled wrath. We have never felt our eyes screw up, our temples throb, and have never had the red mist gather in our sight. But, we expect that a man shall, in an instant, in the twinkling of an eye, divest himself of all restraint, of all caution, and hurl himself upon the enemy, a frenzied beast, lusting to probe his enemy’s guts with three feet of steel or to shatter his brain with a bullet. Gentlemen, it cannot be done without mental practice. Therefore, you must school yourselves to savagery. You must imagine how it will feel when your sword hilt crashes into the breastbone of your enemy. You must picture the wild exaltation of the mounted charge when the lips are drawn back into a snarl and the voice cracks with a passion. At one time, you must be both a wise man and a fool.” – General George Smith Patton Jr.