Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country. Die to win the war. He won by making other poor stupid bastards die for his country.
Men, all this stuff you've heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans, traditionally, love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle. Oh, All you've heard about America not wanting to fight, not wanting to be involved in wars, is a bunch of bullshit. Americans traditionally like to fight. All true Americans love the thrill of fighting.
When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big league ball players, the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. Now, I wouldn't 't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. Because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans. When you're a kid, everyone admires champions Marble shooter, fastest runner, major league player, toughest boxer. Americans love a winner and will never tolerate a loser. Americans always aim to win. Now, I don't look down on a person who fails and laughs at himself. This is why Americans have never lost, and will never lose, any war. Because the mere thought of failure is an abomination to Americans.
Now, an army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don't know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating. Now the army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps and fights as a team. This individualistic stuff is a bunch of crap. Those grumpy bastards who write about individualism for the Saturday Evening Post, they don't understand real fighting like they don't know how to fuck a horse.
Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by God, I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against. By God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bastards. We're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushes. Now we have the best in the world The food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best people. You know, gosh, I pity these poor bastards we're going to meet. Gosh, I really sympathize with them. We're not just going to shoot these bastards. We're going to sever their living intestines and use it to lubricate the tracks of our tanks. We're going to kill those bad German bastards by the bushes.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken-out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do. Now some of you boys , I know, is wondering if you're going to hold back. do not worry. I can assure you that you will all do your part. ** is the enemy. Swallow them alive. Make them squirt blood. shoot them in the stomach. You'll know what to do when you put your hand in the goo that was your friend's face a minute ago.
Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything — except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose, and we're gonna kick him in the ass. We're gonna kick the hell out of him all the time, and we're gonna kick him in the ass. gonna go through him like crap through a goose! Now, there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any news that we are all on hold. We don't keep anything. Let the Germans keep it. We keep going, we have no interest in grabbing anything - except the enemy. We're going to grab his nose and we're going to kick his ass. We're going to hit them hard all the time, and we're going to pierce them very quickly.
Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home, and you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you , "What did you do in the great World War II?" You won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana." Now when you come home, you will have one thing to say, You can thank God for it. Thirty years later, when you're sitting by the fire and your grandson is sitting on your lap, he asks you, "What did you do in World War II?" You don't have to say, "Well, I shovel shit in Louisiana. "
Alright now you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel.
Oh, I will be proud, to lead you wonderful guys in the battle, anytime, anywhere. That's all! Oh, I will be proud, to lead you wonderful guys in the battle, anytime, anywhere. That's all! so be it.
View more about Patton reviews
