June 06, 2008

JUNE 6, 1944. Patton: Links in a Great Chain


General George S. Patton's Normandy Invasion Speech:

"Be Seated."

"Men, this stuff we hear about America wanting to stay out of the war, not wanting to fight, is a lot of bullshit. Americans love to fight - traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble player; the fastest runner; the big league ball players; the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. 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, not ever will lose a war, for the very thought of losing is hateful to an American."

"You are not all going to die. Only two percent of you here today would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Every man is frightened at first in battle. If he says he isn't, he's a goddamn liar. Some men are cowards, yes! But they fight just the same, or get the hell shamed out of them watching men who do fight who are just as scared. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some get over their fright in a minute under fire, some take an hour. For some it takes days. But the real man never lets fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to this country and his innate manhood."

"All through your army career you men have bitched about "This chickenshit drilling." That is all for a purpose. Drilling and discipline must be maintained in any army if for only one reason -- INSTANT OBEDIENCE TO ORDERS AND TO CREATE CONSTANT ALERTNESS. I don't give a damn for a man who is not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn't be here. You are ready. A man to continue breathing must be alert at all times. If not, sometime a German son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind him and beat him to death with a sock full of shit."

"There are 400 neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily all because one man went to sleep on his job -- but they were German graves for we caught the bastard asleep before his officers did. An Army is a team. Lives, sleeps, eats, fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is a lot of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real fighting, under fire, than they do about fucking. We have the best food, the finest equipment, the best spirit and the best fighting men in the world. Why, by God, I actually pity these poor sons-of-bitches we are going up against. By God, I do!"

"My men don't surrender. I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he is hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight. That's not just bullshit, either. The kind of man I want under me is like the lieutenant in Libya, who, with a Lugar against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand and busted hell out of the Boche with the helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German: All this with a bullet through his lung. That's a man for you."

"All real heroes are not story book combat fighters either. Every man in the army plays a vital part. Every little job is essential. Don't ever let down, thinking your role is unimportant. Every man has a job to do. Every man is a link in the great chain. What if every truck driver decided that he didn't like the whine of the shells overhead, turned yellow and jumped headlong into the ditch? He could say to himself, "They won't miss me -- just one in thousands." What if every man said that? Where in hell would we be now? No, thank God, Americans don't say that! Every man does his job; every man serves the whole. Every department, every unit, is important to the vast scheme of things. The Ordnance men are needed to supply the guns, the Quartermaster to bring up the food and clothes to us -- for where we're going there isn't a hell of a lot to steal. Every last man in the mess hall, even the one who heats the water to keep us from getting the GI shits has a job to do. Even the chaplain is important, for if we get killed and if he is not there to bury us we'd all go to hell."

"Each man must not only think of himself, but of his buddy fighting beside him. We don't want yellow cowards in this army. They should all be killed off like flies. If not they will go back home after the war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed brave men. Kill off the goddamn cowards and we'll have a nation of brave men."

"One of the bravest men I ever saw in the African campaign was the fellow I saw on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of furious fire while we were plowing toward Tunis. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at that time. He answered, "Fixing the wire, sir." "Isn't it a little unhealthy right now?," I asked. "Yes sir, but this goddamn wire's got to be fixed." There was a real soldier. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how great the odds, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time."

"You should have seen those trucks on the road to Gabes. The 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 around them all the time. We got through on good old American guts. Many of these men drove over forty consecutive hours. These weren't combat men. But they were soldiers with a job to do. They did it -- and in a whale of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without them the fight would have been lost. All the links in the chain pulled together and that chain became unbreakable."

"Don't forget, you don't know I'm here. No word of the fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell became of me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this Army. I'm not even supposed to be in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the goddamn Germans. Someday I want them to raise up on their hind legs and howl, 'Jesus Christ, it's the goddamn Third Army and that son-of-a-bitch Patton again.'"

"We want to get the hell over there. We want to get over there and clear the goddamn thing up. You can't win a war lying down. The quicker we clean up this goddamn mess, the quicker we can take a jaunt against the purple pissing Japs an clean their nest out too, before the Marines get all the goddamn credit."

"Sure, we all want to be home. We want this thing over with. The quickest way to get it over is to get the bastards. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin. When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a Boche will get him eventually, and 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. We'll win this war but we'll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans we've got more guts than they have."

"There is one great thing you men will all be able to say when you go home. You may thank God for it. Thank God, that at least, thirty years from now, when you are sitting around the fireside with your grandson on your knees, and he asks you what you did in the great war, you won't have to cough and say, 'I 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 George Patton!'"

"That is all."

God Bless the veterans of the Great Crusade launched on this day in Normandy, France in 1944, and the soldiers, sailors, Marines and airmen that today carry on that same fighting spirit.

Posted by Confederate Yankee at June 6, 2008 10:02 AM

While I love Patton, and the speech, there is a slight problem: The speech was to the 3rd Army.

The US 3rd Army was not activated until noon on 1 August 1944 (with Gen. George Patton commanding.) This was almost two months after the D-Day Invasion.

Sorry :\

Posted by: Innismir at June 6, 2008 11:20 AM

"Kill off the goddamn cowards and we'll have a nation of brave men"

I recently read somewhere that a 'self-confessed war protester' from Vietnam stated that in reality he wasn't against the war, but more along the idea that he was afraid to go to the war and get killed, and that the majority of the Anti-Vietnam War protesters were 80% motivated by fear (read cowardice) of going to the war.

Read into it what you will but it definately shows what happened to America...

Posted by: Big Country at June 6, 2008 11:50 AM

Looks like Geo. S. Patton never met a modern Democrat. During his time even Democrats wanted to win wars. This is the kind of change Obama believes in.

Posted by: Zelsdorf Ragshaft III at June 6, 2008 12:07 PM

"Kill off the goddamn cowards..."

What about 'canary bird' McCain?

You've heard about 'canary bird' McCain?

With your rule McCain is...

Posted by: BrotherBoneHead at June 6, 2008 08:59 PM

Bonehead. Ya may want to read up on what others that were there said about him.

Posted by: Matt at June 7, 2008 02:14 PM

Sorry, My Friend 'Matt' I believe in Ghosts, Ufo's and more important, Dinosaurs.
Thanks for for the PR.

Posted by: Matt at June 7, 2008 07:58 PM

Mr. Owens, no snark intended, and no disrespect, either, of General Patton, a man of great personal bravery and tactical excellence.... but what exactly fuels the ongoing love of the right-wing with perhaps the oddest duck who ever gained fame in the modern U.S. Army?

By that I mean that the U.S. Army has always produced magnificent general officers.... and, unlike Patton, those equally skilled (if not so famous generals) didn't suffer from manic-depressive disorder, didn't crudely brag about cheating on their wives, didn't smack soldiers suffering from combat fatigue, didn't manipulate enemy-casualty statistics to make their victories look even bigger than they were, didn't go out of their way to humiliate their subordinates, didn't make a fetish of army chickenshit in the front lines, didn't live like royalty at their headquarters, didn't beat civilians with their swagger sticks, didn't urge soldiers to shoot enemy prisoners, didn't cover up war crimes in their commands, didn't expound on the need to execute their social inferiors, didn't hold extreme racist and anti-semitic views, and didn't literally revel in death and destruction.....

I'd suspect that if any one of our sons was ever handed a helmet and rifle and told to fight a war, we'd rather he serve under a General Ridgway or Gavin or Abrams or Bond or Walt or Davis or Ware--men who were great soldiers, but humane, too--than someone like Patton.

Many an American GI in North Africa, Sicily, and Europe would have loved to have blown Patton's head off.

Again, of all the great generals this country has produced, why the right-wing fetish with Patton?

I mean, to celebrate D-Day, you talk about Patton, and not a general who actually participated in the Normandy landing!

Posted by: KeithNolan at June 8, 2008 04:41 AM

Yeah neither of those two idiots above are me.

Posted by: The Real Matt at June 9, 2008 09:26 PM