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General
Patton comes from a military family.
His grandfather was a hero of the American Civil War.
His grandfather was a hero of the American Civil War.
He trained at Virginia Military Academy and West Point.
He was educated at the Virginia Military Institute and West Point.
You didn't tell me about his personality.
You're not telling me anything about the man.
He likes to write poetry and believes in reincarnation.
He writes poetry and believes in reincarnation.
He was one of the richest officers in the U.S. Army.
He's one of the richest officers in the American Army.
He's praying but full of foul language.
He prays on his knees, but curses like a stable boy.
He has a standing command: "Always attack, never stand."
He has one standing order. "Always take the offensive, never dig in."
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Heard a lot of talk about Americans not wanting to go to war. Wanting to stay out of the war, it's all bullshit. Americans are inherently aggressive, and true Americans love their competition. When you were kids, you admired the pinball masters, you admired the runners, the first-class baseball players, the best boxers. Americans love winners and cannot tolerate losers. Americans just want to win. I despise the losers who laugh when they lose. That's why Americans will never lose, and never lose, because Americans feel too shameful to think about losing.
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.When you were kids, .you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, big-league ball players, the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner, .and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn'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.
We have the best food and equipment in the world, the best morale, the best fighters. Not only are we going to kill those bastards, we're going to slit their bellies and dig out their guts to fuel the tracks of our tanks.
Now we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. 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 bushel.
Some of you. I know, I'm worried if I'm timid if I get on the line. You don't have to worry. I can assure you that you will be loyal to your duties. Nazis are our enemies. We're going to hit them hard! Let them bleed! Liver and brain! When you touch the bloody face of your best friend, you will make up your mind.
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.
Also, I want you to remember that I don't want to hear that we're holding our ground. We don't have to guard it, let the Germans guard it. We must always move forward bravely, we don't have to hold any positions, let the enemy defend it. We're going to hold our enemies by the nose, aim them at their butts, kick them out of their bodies, and kill them away!
Now, there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying we are "holding our position. "We're not "holding" anything. Let the Hun do that. We're advancing constantly, and we're not interested in holding on to anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose, and we're going to kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're going to go through him like crap through a goose!
That way, when you return home, you can say: You didn't come for nothing! Thank God for this! Thirty years later, when you're sitting by the stove with your grandson on your lap, he asks you: What did you do in World War II? You don't have to say: Alas, I shovel manure in Louisiana.
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."
Well, now you all know what I think. As of now, I am more than happy to lead you wonderful warriors to the front line.
All right, now, you sons of bitches.you know how I feel.Go on now,I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime anywhere.It's
over.
That's all.
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The battlefield of the past is here.
The battlefield was here. The
Carthaginians guarded their cities,
The Carthaginians defending the city,
they were attacked by three Roman legions.
were attacked by three Roman legions. The
Carthaginians were valiant, but could not hold on.
The Carthaginians were proud and brave, but they couldn't hold.
They were slaughtered.
They were massacred.
Arab women stripped of their military uniforms, swords and spears.
Arab women tripped them of their tunics and their swords and lances. The
dead basked in the sun, . . .
The soldiers lay naked in the sun, . . .
Two thousand years ago. I am here too.
2000 years ago. I was here.
You don't believe me, do you, Brad?
You don't believe me, do you, Brad?
As the poet said:
You know what the poet said.
"
Through the travail of ages.
Amidst
the pomp and toils of war,
I fight, struggle and perish. " ,
have I fought and strove and perished,
countless times under the stars.
Countless times upon the star. As if through a glass and
darkly,
As if through a glass and darkly,
the
age-old strife I see,
where I have fought with names in many different identities .
where I fought in many guises Many names.
But I kept my true colors. "
but always me. "
Do you know who that poet is?
You know who the poet was?
Me.
Me.
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15 minutes we're going to make them Beginning to be like a soldier, disciplined.
In about 15 minutes, we're going to start turning these boys into fanatics, razors.
They
'll lose their fear of the Germans.
I just wish they were afraid of me.
I only hope to God they never lose their fear of me.
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Rommel is waiting for me somewhere.
Rommel's out there somewhere waiting for me.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
You know.
You know.
If I could call the shots
, I'd send that genius son of a bitch. If I had my way, I'd send that genius son of a bitch.
A carved invitation poem.
.an engraved invitation in iambic pentameter.
In two sets of sonnets, invite him to the desert to my duel!
A challenge in two stanzas to meet me alone in the desert.
I am willing to send the gauntlet.
I'll deliver it.
Rommel drives his tank, I drive mine.
Rommel in his tank and me in mine.
We stopped about 20 paces away and came out to shake hands.
We'd stop about 20 paces. We'd get out and shake hands.
Then we close the hatch and fight, just the two of us.
Then we'd button up and do battle, just the two of us.
That battle will decide the outcome of the war.
That battle would decide the outcome of the war.
Unfortunately, duels are no longer popular.
It's too bad jousting's gone out of style.
Like your poems, General.
It's like your poetry, general.
It
isn't part of the 20th century.
You're right, Dick.
Maybe you're right, Dick.
The world has grown up.
The world grew up.
What a shame.
Hell of a shame.
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I now ask you, Do you think Patton will attack Sardinia?
I'm asking you now. You think Patton will attack Sardinia?
General, he won't
Don't, sir. (SPEAKS IN GERMAN)
Why not?
And why not?
Sir, Patton... is a military historian.
Patton, sir ... is a military historian.
He knows the key to Italy, always Sicily, not Sardinia.
He knows that Sicily, not Sardinia, has always been the key to Italy.
If
Patton has his way he will attack Sicily at Syracuse, as the Athenians did.
Steiger, it's the 20th century!
Steiger, this is the twentieth century!
But sir, you have to understand that Patton is a 16th century man.
But you must understand, sir, Patton is a sixteenth-century man.
Can I read an example?
May I read an example?
Yes
.
"In a dark alley in New York in 1922, a man wearing a white tie and a tuxedo
"On a dark street in New York 1922, wearing white tie and tails . . .
" Patton saw three men pushing a young girl into a truck.
"Patton saw three men pushing a young girl into the back of a truck.
"
He leaped out of his car, produced a revolver.
"Forcing the men to release the girl." "
and forced the men at gunpoint to release the girl." It turned out that the girl was the fiancée of one of the men
.
It turned out that the girl was the fiancée of one of the men. They were merely helping
her in the truck.
They were merely helping her into the truck. What could be more
obvious?
What could be more revealing?
I don't understand what you're talking about?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don Quixote takes on six merchants and saves Dulcinea .
Don Quixote encounters six merchants of Toledo and saves Dulcinea's virtue!
Who is Dulcinea?
Who the devil is Dulcinea?
Can't you see that, sir?
Don't you see, sir?
Barton is a romantic warrior lost in modern times.
Patton is a romantic warrior lost in contemporary times.
Patton's secret is living in the past.
The secret of Patton is the past.
He would push for an attack on Sicily because that's what the Athenians did.
He'll urge an attack on Sicily because that's what the Athenians did!
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Sir Harold, I remember Alcibiades in the Peloponnesian War . . .
Sir Harold, I think it was Alcibiades in the Peloponnesian War. . . 415 BC
,
415 BC
he said : "If Syracuse falls, all of Sicily falls, and then Italy."
he said, "If Syracuse falls, all Sicily falls, and then ltaly."
He knew, everyone knew, that Syracuse was all of Sicily key point.
He knew, you see, that Syracuse was the jugular of the island.
The ancient Alcides attacked every time.
And old Alcibiades always went for the throat.
I recommend taking Sicily the same way.
I propose to take Sicily in the same way.
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you said foul language, general?
What about your language, general?
I swear loudly when I want to emphasize something so they will remember.
When I want it to stick, I give it to them loud and dirty. Then they will remember it.
How do your men feel like this, General?
What do your troops feel about that, general.
Shit, I don't want them to love me, I want them to fight for me!
Goddamn, I don't want these men to love me. I want them to fight for me.
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I had a dream last night.
I had a dream last night.
My dream took me here, . . .
In my dream it came to me, . . .
I dreamed that the entire Nazi Empire is now at my disposal.
that right now the whole Nazi Reich is mine for the taking.
Thanks for the war, Codd. I was nearly sent home in disgrace.
Thank about that, Cod. I was nearly sent home in disgrace. Now I have precisely the right instrument, .
. .
Now I have precisely the right instrument, . . . at the
right time in history, at the right place .
at precisely the right moment of history, and in exactly the right place.
Thrall?
The Saar?
This fighter is fleeting, like a shooting star in the sky.
This will change, too, very quickly, like a planet spinning off into the universe.
It's a once-in-a-lifetime fighter. All I need is some gasoline.
A moment like this won't come again for 1000 years. All I need is a few miserable gallons of gasoline.
Now, here's the weakness. In 10 days we will be in Berlin.
Right now, the weak spot is here. In 10 days, we could be in Berlin.
What about the fortifications of Verdun and Metz?
What about the fortifications at Verdun and Metz?
Fixed fortifications are monuments to human folly.
Fixed fortifications are monuments to the stupidity of man.
Today, any man-made structure can be conquered when mountains and oceans can be conquered.
Now, when mountain ranges and oceans could be overcome, anything built by man can be overcome.
You know why I'm sure they're over?
You know how I'm sure they're finished out there?
Those carts.
The carts.
They used carts to carry their wounded and supplies.
They're using carts to move their wounded and their supplies.
Carts appear in my dreams and they keep spinning in my head. I
couldn't figure it out. The carts came to me in my dream, .kept buzzing around my head. I couldn't figure it out.
And then I remembered, that nightmare in the snow, endless, endlessly painful retreat from Moscow.
Then I remembered. that nightmare in the snow, the endless, the agonizing retreat from Moscow.
What a cold weather!
How cold it was!
They put the wounded and the last supplies on the cart.
They took the wounded and what's left of the supplies and threw them on the carts.
Napoleon is done!
Napoleon was finished!
No dazzling display of military flags, not even red blood.
Not any color left. Not even the red of blood.
Only heavy snow.
Only the snow.
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Good evening, General.
Good evening, general.
I just got the weather forecast for tomorrow, more snow. Air cover is no more. Sir, we may have to stop and wait for the weather to improve.
I just got the weather report for tomorrow, more snow. There goes our air cover. Sir, we may have to pay lot of wait for better weather.
Those brave soldiers are dying and I can't wait any longer. Can't wait even a second!
Brave men dying up there. I'm not going to wait. Not an hour, not a minute.
We're going to keep going.
Going to keep moving.
Clear?
Is that clear?
We're going all night and we're going to attack tomorrow morning!
We're going to attack all night and attack tomorrow morning!
If we don't make it, none of us want to go back alive.
If we're not victorious, let no one come back alive.
Did you know, General? Sometimes, they really don't know if you're bluffing or serious.
You know something, general? Sometimes, they can't tell when you're acting and when you're not. It isn't important for them to know. It isn't important for them to
know . of. It's only important for me to know. -You want to see me, general? -Oh, yes, chaplain. I'm sick and tired of 3rd Army having to fight Germans,it's supreme command, no gasoline,and now this ungodly weather .I want a prayer, a weather prayer. -A weather prayer, sir? -Yes, let's see if you can't get God working with us on this thing. -Take a thick rug for that kind of praying. -I don 't care if it takes a flying carpet. -Well, I don't know how this will be received, general.
Praying for good weather so we can kill our fellow man.
-I can assure you, clergy, because of my intimate relations with the Almighty, . . .
if you write a good prayer, we'll have good weather.
And I expect that prayer within an hour.
-Yes, sir.
"Almighty and most merciful Father, we humbly beseech Thee, of Thy great goodness to restrain this immoderate weather. with which we've had to contend. Grant us fair weather for battle. Graciously hearken to us.as soldiers who call upon Thee that armed with Thy power, we may advance from victory to victory and crush the oppression and wickedness of our enemies, and establish Thy justice among men and nations.''
Amen!
Weather's perfect! Cod, get me that chaplain. He stands in good with the Lord, and I want to decorate him.
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We heard the Germans were working on a "wonder weapon",
We're told about these "wonder weapons" the Germans were working on,
long range missiles, button bombing,
long -range rockets, push-button bombing,
no soldier weapons required.
weapons that don't need soldiers.
"Wonder weapons"?
"Wonder weapon"?
God, I don't see anything magical about them.
My God, I don't see the wonder in them.
No heroic killing, no glory, no approval?
Killing without heroics, nothing is glorified, nothing is reaffirmed?
No heroes, no cowards, no troops, ... not even generals?
No heroes, no cowards, no troops, ... No generals?
Only the difference between survivors and... dead remains.
Only those who are left alive and those who are left... dead.
I'm glad I won't be alive to see that day.
I'm glad I won't live to see it.
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everything,
After all I've been through, I
was almost killed by an ox cart. imagine getting killed by an
oxcart.
Brad, there's only one proper way for a professional soldier to die,
No, Brad, there's only one proper way for a professional soldier to die
bullet.
from the last bullet of the last battle of the last war.
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years Roman conquerors returned from the wars,
enjoying the glory of victory and a grand welcome parade. enjoyed the honor of a triumph, a tumultuous parade. In the procession there were drummers, bands and came trumpeters and musicians and exotic animals from conquered territories, and a wagon full of treasures and seized weapons . together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror stands in a triumphal chariot, The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, with shackled captives walking ahead. the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. His sons and daughters sometimes wore white robes,
Sometimes, his children robed in white,
stood with him in the chariot, or accompanied him on horseback.
stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses.
A slave stood
behind the conqueror.
Holding
a golden crown in his ear, and
whispering
in his ear a warning
all glory... will soon be gone!
that all glory...is fleeting!
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