
Who better to celebrate with than General Patton, one of the greatest generals in American History? (Click to watch the video)
To the GREATEST COUNTRY on EARTH, The United States despite all of it’s flaws and shortcomings, is still the destination of people who want to live life their own way, have freedom of speech and allowed to make choices as they see fit. To quote Patton “I feel sorry for all those dumb bastards” - because they don’t live in America.
Now, for those who actually like to read, here’s that fantastic speech transcribed:
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.
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.
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. . .
. . .because the very thought
of losing. . .
. . .is hateful 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 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 bushel.
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.
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. We’re not
interested in holding on to anything. . .
. . .except the enemy.
We’re going to hold on to him
by the nose and 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!
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 ll?”
You won’t have to say:
“Well. . .
. . .I shovelled shit in Louisiana. ”
All right, now, you sons of bitches. . .
. . .you know how I feel.
I will be proud. . .
. . .to lead you wonderful guys
into battle anytime. . .
. . .anywhere.
That’s all.
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