(Gen Bradley to Gen Patton just after crossing the Rine) George, I saw you standing on the bridge, looking out over the water. What were you doing?
(Patton; on the phone, some time after V-E day) Beetle, we know we will have to fight them (Soviets)sooner or later. We may as well do it now while we have the army here. Tell Ike to give me the go ahead and I’ll have a war with them in 10 days and make it look like it’s their falt. (Gen. Beatle Smith) MY GOD GEORGE!!!
–I understand there was some trouble with coordinating air cover.
–The problem was that there was no air cover.
–I was interested to see a Bible by your bed. You actually find time
to read it?
–I sure do. Ever goddamn day.
–You know, General, sometimes the men don’t know when you’re acting.
–It’s not important for them to know. It’s only important for me to
know.
…All Glory is Fleeting.
1/ The worst of both worlds…. American soldiers lead by English officers
2/ I’ll remind you that it was Montgomery who has driven us all the way across Africa
1/_Where ya goin’, General?!
2/_Berlin!! I’m gunna personally shoot that paper-hangin’ son-of-a-bitch!!!
An Army is a team, it eats,sleeps and fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap.The insidious bastards that wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post, don’t know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating.And another thing; I don’t want to get any reports saying we are holding our position.We’ll let the enemy do that. We are not holding on to anything except the enemy. We’re going to hold on to him all the time and we’re gonna kick him in the ass, we’re gonna kick him all the time and we’re gonna go through him like crap through a goose. Now, I will be proud to lead you wonderful men into battle anywhere,anytime. That is all.
An entire world at war and I’m left out of it???!!!
An entire world at war and I’m left out? God will not permit this to happen.
At victory dinner with Soviet Officers to Soviet Translator. (Patton)Tell the General he is a son of a bitch. (T) I can’t tell him that! (P) Tell him! (Soviets talk.) (T) The Generals says you are a son of a bitch too. (P) Ha Ha I WILL drink to that.
Be seated!!
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 we heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, was 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, fastest runner, big league ball players, or toughest boxer. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser.
Americans play to win all the time why would they give a hoot’n hell about a man that lost and laughed
That’s why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war. Because the very thought of losing, is hatful for Americans.
Now, An Army is a team, it lives, eats, sleeps and fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The Bilious bastards that 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, equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world.
You know, by god I actually pity those poor bastards were going up against, by god I do!
Were not just going to shot the bastards, Were going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. Were going to murder those lousy hund 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 all will do your duty.
The nazi’s are the enemy, weigh into that, spill their blood, shot them in the belly.
When you put your hand in a pile of goo that a minute ago was your best friends face, you’ll know what to do.
Now there’s another thing I want you to remember, I don’t want to get any messages saying we are holding our position. Were not holding anything. We’ll let the hund do that. We
By God, I do love it so.
Compared to war, all forms of human endeavour shrink to insignificance
First day, at new, screwed up unit; kicking sleeping soldier. (Patton) What are you doing. (Soldier) I was trying to get some sleep. (P)Get back down there. You’r the only one around here that knows what the hell you’r doing.
For over a thousand years, Roman conquerers returning from the wars enjoyed the honour of the triumph…. a temultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters & musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasures and captured armiments. The conquerer rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before it… sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot or rode tha trace horses……..
A slave stood behind the conquerer holding a golden crown and whispering in his ear a warning……. that all glory ……. is fleeting.
For over a thousand years, Roman conquerors returning from the wars, enjoyed the honor of a triumph, a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpetors, musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conqueror rode in a triumphant chariot, the days prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children, robed in white, stood with him in the chariot, or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror, holding a golden crown, and whispering in his ear a warning…that all glory is fleeting
German fighter plane shoots up command compound and Patton pulls his pistol and shoots back. – I wish I new the name of that pilot, I’d give him a medal.
God, how I hate the 20th century
I do this job because I was trained to do it… but you, George, you do it because you love it!
I love it. God help me, I do love it so. I love it more than my life.
I should have kissed the son of a bitch.
If everybody is thinking alike then somebody isn’t thinking.
If you can’t get them to salute when they should salute and wear the clothes you tell them to wear, how are you going to get them to die for their country?
In front of Gen. Bradley, Patton gets word that he has been selected for a third star & has his ad get out the insignia & pin in on. (Bradly) You can’t do that. You have been selected but congress has to approve it. (Patton) Well they have there schedule and I have mine.
killin generals could become a habit with me
lo das, lo das, toujour lo das
Major, your the C.O. now. Now get this outfit moving or I’ll fire you.
Men, the stuff we heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay our of the war, was a lot of horse dung. Americans traditionally love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle.
Never tell people how to do things. Tell them what to do and they will surprise you with their ingenuity.
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
No one ever won a war dying for their country. You win by making the other SOB die for his country.
Not me, Freddy. I don’t like to pay for the same real estate twice.
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 never will 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… 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 goin’ up against. By god, I do. We’re not just gonna shoot the bastard, 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. 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 going to kick the hell
Rommel, you beautiful fool, I read your book.
Rommel, you magnificant bastard, I read your book!
Rommel, you magnificent bastard! I read your book!
Shut up!
Sure I’m a premodona, what I can’t stand is Monty’s one and he won’t admit it.
the idea is not to dye for your country, the idea is to make the other dumb sob die for his.
There’s one big difference between you and me, George. I do this job
becuase I’ve been trained to do it. You do it because you love it.
There’s only one proper way for a professional soldier to die: the
last bullet of the last battle of the last war.
They’ll lose their fear of the Germans. Pray to God they don’t lose their fear of me.
through the trevail of ages
midst the pomp and toils of war
i fought and strove and perished
countless times upon the star
as if through a glass and darkly
this age old strife i see
i have fought in many a name
and many a guise
but always me
Wars may be fought with weapons, but they are won by men.
We are going to go through the enemy like crap through a goose.
What’s wrong with you? Battle fatigue? You’re nothing but a coward. A sniveling coward. Get him out of here. This is a place of honor. WHY YOU LITTLE….GET HIM OUT OF HERE (reaching for side arm, face contorted in rage) I’LL KILL THE SON OF A BITCH
When every movie in the room has the same erroneous quote, then someone is not thinking.
When I get to Berlin, I am going to personally shot that paper hanger son-of-a-bitch myself.
When your grandson sits on your knee and askes you, What did you do during the Vietnam War? You won’t have to say; I was shovelen shit at Woodstock!
You have got to get me into this war. I’ll keep my mouth shut. I promise. Brad! I’d crawl on my belly to get a command.
You have got to get me into this was. I’ll keep my mouth shut. I promise. Brad! I’d crawl on my belly to get a command.
You want to know why this outfit got the hell kicked out of it? A
blind man could spot it. They don’t act like soldiers. They don’t
look like soldiers. Why should they be expected to fight like soldiers?
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