"Ten hut!" "[Talking Stops Abruptly]" "[Bugler Plays]" "Be seated." "[Chairs Moving]" "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." "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 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!" "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." "30 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." "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." "That's all." "[Dog Barking]" "[Yelping]" "[Gunshots]" "Arabs need food and clothing." "They strip our dead before we can even bury them." "Looks like the reports were pretty accurate." "61 armored vehicles, 45 tons of ammunition, 2540-millimeter guns, 3 self-propelled 105s... not counting mortars, machine guns, rifles, pistols, telescopes, belt buckles, G.I. S' socks... 1,800 men." "[Yelping]" "[Ululation From Crowd]" "[Band Plays Fanfare]" "[Shouting In Arabic]" "Our people salute you, General, for your brilliant amphibious landing on the continent of Africa and your enlightened administration of our country." "I've enjoyed being here, Excellency." "Naturally, I'd prefer to be in Tunisia fighting the Germans." "The lions in their dens tremble at his approach." "I appreciate that, Excellency." "Magnificent." "I wish our troops looked that good." "[Ululation]" "Tell me, General, what do you think of Morocco?" "I love it, Excellency." "It's a combination of the Bible... and Hollywood." "These men fight at Kasserine?" "Yes, sir." "For the American army to take a licking like that the first time at bat against the Germans..." "Up against Rommel, we need the best tank man we've got." "Somebody tough enough to pull this outfit together." " Patton?" " Possibly." "God help us." "[Siren]" "[Children's Clamor]" " Lieutenant..." " Sheesh." "Where's the duty officer?" "Billy." "I think he's in his quarters, shaving." "Why isn't he here on duty?" "Guess he needed to shave." "We got a new commanding general due today." "[Crash]" "Who the hell's kicking me in the butt?" "Oh, sorry, uh, sir!" "What were you doing down there, soldier?" "Trying to get some sleep, sir." "Well, get back down there, son." "You're the only son of a bitch in this headquarters that knows what he's trying to do." "Yes, sir." "Brad, how the hell are you?" "Fine, George." "Good to see you." "We all thought you wouldn't be here till 0900." "Yes." "I gathered that." "You know my boys DickJenson, Al Stiller?" "Yes." "Brad, tell me, uh... what are you doing here?" "Ike wanted a report on this Kasserine business." "I'm staying here as an observer, but I report directly to Ike." "A spy." "Get me General Eisenhower's headquarters." "Tell me, Brad, uh... what happened at Kasserine?" "I heard it was a shamble." "Apparently, everything went wrong." "We'd send over a 75-millimeter shell, the Krauts would return an 88." "Their tanks are diesels." "And even when we managed to hit them, they kept on running." "Our tanks... the men call them "Purple Heart boxes."" "One hot piece of shrapnel and the gasoline explodes." "Hmm." "I warned them about the tank." "I talked to a soldier about the half-tracks." "I asked if the machine gun bullets pierce the armor, and he said, " No, sir." "The bullets just come through one side and rattle around a bit."" "I understand we had trouble coordinating the air cover." "The trouble was no air cover." "General Smith on the line, sir." "Excuse me, Brad." "Bill?" "Listen, I'm calling about, uh, Bradley and his job here." "Look, I need a good number-two man." "I want to make Brad my deputy commander." "You'll clear it with Ike?" "Thanks, Bill." "Now you're not spying for Eisenhower anymore." "You're working for me." " O. K?" " Fine, O.K." "Dick... you've got those stars?" " Yes, sir." " Let's get them on." "What's the matter, Brad?" "I've been nominated by the president." "I know, but, uh, it doesn't become official until it's approved by the Senate." "Well... they have their schedule, and I have mine." "George... if you were named admiral of the Turkish Navy," "I believe your aides could dip into their haversacks and come up with the appropriate badge of rank." "Anyway, congratulations... premature congratulations." "You know..." "I think those stars would look better on a green shirt." "Did I ever tell you about the time" "I designed a uniform for tank crewmen?" "It was, uh, green leather, had red stripes, and had sort of a row of brass buttons down across here." "And topped off by a gold football helmet." "The army rejected it, of course." "Goddamn, it was beautiful." "[Whistle Blows]" "Lloyd Fredendall's just leaving." "George... there's one other thing" "I put in my Kasserine report." "Some of our boys were just plain scared." "Well, that's understandable." "Even the best foxhound's gun-shy the first time out." "I can remember... when nothing frightened me as much as the idea of a bullet coming for my nose." "I don't know why, but the image of a bullet coming for my nose was more horrible than any other possibility." "Well, I can understand that, George." "It was such a handsome nose." "You want to know why this outfit got the hell kicked out of it?" "A blind man could see it in a minute." "They don't look like soldiers, they don't act like soldiers." "Why should they be expected to fight like soldiers?" "You're absolutely right." "The discipline's pretty poor." "In about 15 minutes, we're going to start turning these boys into fanatics, razors." "They'll lose their fear of the Germans." "I only hope to God they never lose their fear of me." "Up bright and early, General." "Uh, breakfast?" "Am I to understand that all my officers have finished breakfast?" "We're open from 6:00 till 8:00." "Most of the officers are just coming in." "Please inform these officers the mess hall is closed." "But, sir, it's only a quarter to 8:00." "From now on, you will open at 6:00, and no one will be admitted after 6:15." "Where are your leggings?" "Leggings?" "Well, hell." "General, sir, I'm a cook." "You're a soldier." "$20 fine." "Gentlemen... from this moment, any man without leggings, without a helmet, without a tie... any man with unshined shoes or a soiled uniform... is going to be skinned." "[Snort]" "This is a barracks." "It's not a bordello." "[Geese Squawk]" " Morning, boy." " Morning, sir." "Ah, Doctor." "Morning, sir." "I understand you have two cases of, uh, self-inflicted wounds." "Yes, sir, we do." "Get them out of here." "Sir, one has developed a very serious infection." "I don't care if he dies." "Get him someplace but out of here." "He doesn't belong with men wounded in battle." " Yes, sir." " One more thing." "There'll be no battle fatigue in my command." " That's an order." " Yes, sir." "Battle fatigue is a free ride, a yellow-belly's ticket to the hospital." "I'm not going to subsidize cowardice." "Yes, sir." "Uh, Doctor... where's your helmet?" "I don't wear a helmet when I'm in the hospital, General." "Start." "I can't use my stethoscope when I'm wearing my helmet." "Well... then cut two holes in your helmet so that you can." "And get those yellow-bellies out of here... today." "Hold it." "Turn right here." "Sir, the battlefield is straight ahead." "Please don't argue with me." "I can smell a battlefield." "He was here just yesterday." "It's over there." "Turn right, damn it." "It was here." "The battlefield was here." "The Carthaginians defending the city... were attacked by three Roman legions." "The Carthaginians were proud and brave, but they couldn't hold." "They were massacred." "Arab women... stripped them of their tunics and their swords and lances." "The soldiers lay naked in the sun." "2,000 years ago." "I was here." "You don't believe me, do you, Brad?" "You know what the poet said." ""Through the travail of ages... amidst the pomp and toils of war... have I fought and strove and perished... countless times upon the star." "As if through a glass and darkly... the age-old strife I see... where I fought in many guises, many names... but always me."" "You know who the poet was?" "Me." "There's an opportunity here now, for us to mount an offensive." "We've concentrated on harassing the enemy's flank, draw strength away from the British." "However, it appears now, that we could split the Afrika Korps and drive through Rommel to the sea." "Sorry, Mel, but that territory's been reserved for General Sir Bernard Law Montgomery." "We're supposed to let him win no matter how long it takes him." "They're entitled to have their hero." "After all, Montgomery did push Rommel clear across North Africa." "What about the Americans?" "Don't they..." "need a hero, too?" "You have anybody in mind, George?" "Excuse me, sir." "Air Vice-Marshal Coningham is here with General Buford." "Excuse me, gentlemen, while I ask our British friends what's happened to our air cover." "Round one coming up." "Harry, how are you?" "George, good to see you." "Uh, George, you know Arthur Coningham?" " Sure." " Delighted to see you, General." "I've heard so much about you." "Gentlemen, it appears there's been some slight misunderstanding here, and Ike thought we ought to get it straightened it out." "No." "No misunderstanding." "We're supposed to have Allied air cover, and we don't get it." "German planes are strafing my troops." "If I may say so, General," "I'm afraid your operations reports are inaccurate." "Reports?" "The Krauts chased my command car into a ditch." "My staff has assured me we have complete air supremacy everywhere in the Mediterranean." "When I complained about lack of air cover, you said our troops were not battle-worthy." "You spoke of the, uh, discredited practice of using air force as an alibi for lack of success on the ground." "It's bad enough I have to wet-nurse Montgomery." "I don't have to stand for that." "I sincerely apologize for that remark... whoever made it... and I promise you one thing, General." "You will see no more German planes." "You were discussing air supremacy, Sir Arthur?" "Damn door won't open!" "By God, by God, that's enough!" "Get that thing out of here!" "Come on, you bastards!" "Take a shot at me, right in the nose!" "Get back in here, George!" "We need a corps commander, not a casualty!" "How the devil did you manage to stage that?" "I don't know." "If I could find the Nazi sons of bitches flying those things," "I'd give them each a medal." "Can't get over how cold it gets in the desert." "Awfully cold, sir." "Rommel's out there somewhere waiting for me." "Yes, sir." "You know... if I had my way," "I'd send that genius son of a bitch... an engraved invitation in iambic pentameter." "A challenge in two stanzas to meet me out there, alone in the desert." "I'll deliver it." "Rommel in his tank and me in mine." "We'd stop about 20 paces." "We'd get out and shake hands." "Then we'd button up and we'd do battle, just the two of us." "And that battle would decide the outcome of the war." "It's too bad jousting's gone out of style." "It's like your poetry, General." "It isn't part of the twentieth century." "Maybe you're right, Dick." "The world grew up." "Hell of a shame." "Dick, I want a 24-hour guard put around this area." "The damn Arabs will dig them up just to get their clothes." "Yes, sir." "Our graves aren't going to disappear like everybody else's who fought here." "The Greeks, the Romans... the Carthaginians." "God, how I hate the twentieth century." "General?" "General?" "What is it?" "Sir, we intercepted a German radio message." "Rommel's 10th Panzer is going to hit us near El Guettar." "Rommel, huh?" "[Mule Brays]" "All my life..." "I've wanted to lead a lot of men in a desperate battle." "Now I'm going to do it." "Look." "[Rumbling]" "Battalion strength, at least." "They haven't spotted our positions yet." "They'll get an education in about 10 seconds." "Wait'll they get a dose of that artillery fire." "Commence firing." "Fire at will." "Commence firing." "Fire at will." "Commence firing." "Fire at will." "[Artillery Fire]" "A hell of a waste of fine infantry." "Get General Bradley on the radio." "Yes, sir." "Sir, I can't raise him." "Get over there, Dick." "Tell them to hit them hard on their right flank." "We'll hold them by the nose and kick them in the ass." "Go on!" "Put him in my car." "Rommel... you magnificent bastard, I read your book!" "[Patton] Captain Richard N. Jenson was a fine boy, loyal, unselfish, and efficient." "I am terribly sorry." "There are no coffins here since there's no wood." "We will have a trumpeter and an honor guard, but we will not fire the volleys, as it would make people think an air raid was on." "I enclosed a lock of Dick's hair in a letter to his mother." "He was a fine man and a fine officer, and he had no vices." "I shall miss him a lot." "I can't see the reasons such fine young men get killed." "There are so many battles yet to fight." "[Commentator] Battle weary but victorious," "American G.I. S and Tommies of the British 8th Army meet in an Allied victory celebration at Wadi Akarit in North Africa." "For the first time in this war," "Broadway and Piccadilly join hands." "Meanwhile, General Montgomery, hero of El-Alamein, continues to lead his veteran and victorious British 8th Army in a relentless drive against Rommel's vaunted Afrika Korps." "General Bradley's done a tremendous job with 2nd Corps." "He's moved into Bizerte and taken over 41,000 prisoners." "Good, very good." "You're not surprised, are you, General?" "After all, you trained that outfit." "Uh, excuse me, General." "Hmm?" "Sir, this is interesting." "We've discovered Rommel wasn't present at El Guettar." "Who says so?" "G-2, sir." "Are they telling me that when we took on 10th Panzer," "Rommel was in Berlin with an earache?" "Severe nasal diphtheria, sir." "G-2 also reports that Hitler probably retained Rommel in Berlin 'cause things were going badly for the Afrika Korps." "He didn't want his favorite general to lose face." "Well, I'm my favorite general." "I don't like some second-stringer being up against me." "Then I lose face." "Who the hell are you anyway?" "General, this is Lieutenant Colonel Codman, your new aide." "I pulled your name off the list because I know your family." "I'm glad you did, sir." "Rommel is the best the Krauts have." "I kicked the hell out of him." "Now G-2 tells me he wasn't even there." "But, General, he undoubtedly planned the German battle." "If you defeat Rommel's plan, you've defeated Rommel." "Isn't that true, sir?" "Codman." " Have a drink with me tonight." " Yes, sir." "I have a plan for the invasion of Sicily." "I want to make sure I get it approved." "You can help me." "I want to give a dinner for General Alexander, get to him before Montgomery does." "This will be strictly a formal affair, but, uh, purely social." "By that, I mean, um, purely political." "Yes, sir." "I want the finest food, the best wine available, everything comme il faut." "Entendu, mon Général." "Quelque chose de vraiment spécial." "A va sans dire." "Qui aimeriez-vous inviter?" "Le Maréchal Alexander et son Chef D'état-major, peut-être Taylor." "Pas trop de monde, plutot intime, d'accord?" "D'accord, mon Général." "Oh, thank you." "George, this is a really splendid wine." "Thank you." "Thank you." "I think it was Alcibiades in the Peloponnesian War, 415 B.C., he said if Siracusa falls, all Sicily falls, and then Italy." "He knew, you see, that Syracuse was the jugular of the island, and old Alcibiades always went for the throat." "I propose to take Sicily in the same way." "I think the old man has them in his pocket." "According to my plan," "General Montgomery will land here." "I'll hit the beaches here, take Palermo." "Monty will drive north, along the coast road." "I'll come due east, take Messina, and cut off the German escape route." "Yes..." "Well, it looks like an interesting plan, George." "Well, gentlemen, to the conquest of Sicily." "To the conquest of Sicily." "[All] To Sicily!" "George, you'd have made a great marshal for Napoleon if you'd lived in the eighteenth century." "Oh, but I did, Sir Harold." "I did." "Morning." "Is General Smith in?" "I believe he's in the lavatory." "Thank you." "Ah." "There you are, Bedell." "Monty." "Bedell..." "I've been giving a good bit of thought to the Sicily operation." "I, uh, I assume we're alone." "You know, Georgie Patton's already discussed his plan with Alexander." "I realize that, but I have an idea that his plan may lead to an absolute disaster." "Oh?" "Bedell, look." "This is Sicily." "Now, then, according to Patton's plan," "I would attack Syracuse here, and he would attack Palermo up here." "Obviously, our forces would be divided." "And, just as obviously, they could be chopped up piecemeal." "Now, then, what I propose... and what I shall insist on, by the way... is this." "[Blowing]" "I will land at Syracuse, as planned." "The Americans... the Americans will land here at Gela." "I will advance north to Messina, the Americans protecting my flank." "After all, Messina is the key." "It's the reason for invading Sicily." "I'll discuss your plan with Ike." "I'm sure he'll give it serious consideration." " Amusing, isn't it?" " What?" "That the final plans for the invasion of Sicily should have been put forward in an Algerian lavatory." "George, I've bad news for you about your Sicily plan." "Ike has turned it down." "He feels that since the Italians will be defending their native soil for the first time and since the German resistance is stiffening, our forces shouldn't be divided." "Where do my people land, then?" "In the Gulf of Gela." "What for?" "There's only a beach there." "But it puts you in a good position to support Montgomery." "And, uh, where does Montgomery land?" "Well, he'll land at Syracuse and drive north to Catania, possibly even Messina." "And you'll be alongside, protecting his left." "I see." "In other words, we get the burden again while good old Monty gets the glory." "Ike had to consider all points of view." "He made his decision not as an American but as an Ally." "Had it been the other way around," "I assure you, Monty would protest." "You know, I've... been in the army 30 years." "When I get an order, I say, "Yes, sir,"" "and I do my damnedest to carry it out." "But... this is what happens when your commander stops being an American and starts..." "being an Ally." "I haven't made myself clear, sir." "Montgomery met tough resistance at Catania." "However..." "Perfectly clear." "Old Monty is as stuck as a bug on flypaper." "But this order from General Alexander directs you to give up the Baucina road to Montgomery." "[Mocking British Accent] Then Bradley will have to slug his way up the center of the island over those tough mountain roads." "Yes, sir." "Messina, Bill." "Messina!" "That's the heart of it." "If they followed my plan," "I'd have cut off the retreat of every goddamn German on this island!" "Know what I'll do?" "First, go to Palermo, then beat that limey son of a bitch if it's the last thing I do!" "What's all this talk about taking the Baucina road away from 2nd Corps?" "General Alexander's orders." "The road goes to Montgomery." "That road was assigned to me." "How can I go north without it?" "I'm sorry, Brad, but Monty's run into tough opposition, very tough." "Now, you wouldn't be taking advantage of this situation, would you, George?" "What are you talking about?" "Without that road, your whole army would be out of a job." "Free to enter Palermo." "I didn't say anything about Palermo." "I can read a map." "Does Alexander know you've pushed this far?" "That's a reconnaissance in force." "George," "I've got to slug it out over those mountains with heavy resistance just so you can make a bigger splash than Monty?" "General, I just follow my orders, like the simple old soldier I am." "General." "Sir, General Alexander's heard we're moving west." "He says here, "Stop immediately, go no farther than Agrigento." "Repeat, stop immediately."" "That's what you think it says." "I think it was garbled in transmission." "Ask them to retransmit the message." "That will take half a day." "Yes, sir." "Well, Brad... where were we?" "We were talking about a simple... old soldier." "Look at that, gentlemen." "Compared to war, all other forms of human endeavor shrink to insignificance." "Let's go, son." "Move out." "Give me that helmet." "Come on." "Let's get out of here." "What silly son of a bitch is in charge of this operation?" "I don't know, but they ought to hang him." "Good afternoon, Padre." "These gentlemen are from the States looking over our program for the men's spiritual welfare." "We'll take you into Palermo." "The colonel showed us around your quarters, and I saw a Bible by your bed." "You actually find time to read it?" "I sure do." "Every goddamn day." "Sir, Patton's taken Palermo." "Damn!" "[Cheering]" "Palermo is history's most conquered city." "First the Phoenicians, the Romans, the Carthaginians, Byzantines, then came the Arabs, Spaniards, Neapolitans." "Now comes the American army." "This is from General Alexander, sir, reminding you not to take Palermo." "Send him a message." "Ask if he wants me to give it back." "Let me ask you a question." "You've come from Washington." "How do they feel about us taking Palermo?" "The general impression is your 7 th Army barreled through token resistance while Montgomery faced the brunt of the fighting." "We took on the Hermann Goering division, toughest outfit in the German army." "People are curious about your pearl-handled revolvers." "They're ivory." "Only a pimp from a cheap New Orleans whorehouse would carry a pearl-handled pistol." "What about your language?" "It's loud and dirty." "That way they'll remember it." "What do your troops feel about that?" "I want them to fight for me, not love me." "Ernie Pyle says you have a secret weapon..." "General Bradley, the G.I. General." "That's what Ernie calls him." "Omar Bradley's no secret." "He's a damn fine commander." "What's your feeling about Montgomery?" "He's the best general the English have, but he seems more concerned with not losing than winning." "He's not aggressive enough, is that correct?" "Boys, I've been getting into trouble lately." "Yesterday, the inspector general's office told me my Italian prisoners didn't have enough latrines." "Hell, they didn't know what a damn latrine was till I showed them." "If I've said anything too critical about my distinguished British colleague, let's just forget it." "I'll tell you one thing, though, off the record." "I'm going to beat that..." "gentleman to Messina." "Ah, Freddie." "This madman Patton's saying he'll save our skins by taking Messina." "This report might interest you." "Here I am, in these bloody marshes, fighting malaria as well as the Germans, while he's taking Palermo and getting all the glory." "Ah." "Well." "Now he's up against three good German divisions, and he's stuck for a change." "He's not going to get Messina." "That's reserved for the British 8th Army and me." "Time for a move, Lucian." "Allen's first division's bogged down east ofTorino." "You're bogged down on the coast road." "We need another end run to break things loose." "Ah." "Lucian, how's my fighter?" "Fine, George." "Come in." "Come in." "We need another one of your amphibious specialties." "Lucian, I want you to send a reinforced battalion by sea to land at Brolo behind the Kraut lines." "General Bradley says you want me to tie this in with a land-based attack." "A coordinated attack on the 11 th." "I don't think that's possible." "It's only 15, 20 miles." "General, my boys have been fighting and dying for yards." "Well, kick a few butts if you have to." "Lucian, I recommended you for your DSM on your last promotion." "I know what you can do when you put your mind to it." "Excuse me, sir." "I'm sorry, but I can't do the impossible." "You're too old an athlete to think you can postpone a match already scheduled." "You know yourself matches sometimes are postponed." "If we can't back them up by land, it could be a disaster." "Those men might get cut to pieces." "What's wrong with you two?" "All we're talking about is not rushing in until we're ready." " Give them an extra day." " Just one more day." "The landing is on." "We're going to Messina." "We're going to get there before Montgomery does." "What's so important about that?" "General Truscott, if your conscience will not permit you to conduct this operation," "I'll relieve you and find somebody who can." "General, it's your privilege to relieve me anytime you want to." "Well, this match will not be postponed." "Do you have any questions?" "No, sir." "You're a very good man, Lucian." "You want to guard against being too conservative." "Remember what Frederick the Great said..." ""L 'audace, I'audace, toujours I'audace."" "Go on." "Have a drink." "Excuse me, sir." "I won't be drinking for the next couple of days." "If anything happens to those men," "I'd like to be there with them." "Well, you're not going, so forget about it." "You believe Truscott's right, huh?" "No." "But I do know you're gambling with the lives of those boys just so you can beat Montgomery into Messina." "If you succeed, you're a big hero." "But if you don't, what happens to them... the ordinary combat soldier?" "He doesn't share in your dreams of glory." "He's stuck here... stuck living day to day, with death tugging at his elbow." "There's one big difference between you and me, George." "I do this job because I've been trained to do it." "You do it because... you love it." "Those men on the beach are catching hell." "Truscott's men are doing their best, but we have no replacements for them." "We can't break through to the coast." "I'm going down there myself." "Colonel!" "How in the hell did he get over there?" "What are you waiting for?" "Looking for a place to ford, General." "I sent out a patrol to reconnoiter." "I've already done that." "This sewer's only 3 feet deep." "Get moving, or you'll be out of a job." "And put that helmet on!" "Yes, sir!" "Move it!" "Let's go!" "What's holding up this column?" "I don't know, sir." "Planes!" "Come on!" "Move it!" "Pull up over there." "[Arguing In Italian]" " What's going on here?" " It's these mules!" "Jackasses!" "You let a column get stalled and strafed because of jackasses?" "What the hell's the matter with you?" "[Gunshot]" "No." "No." "[Gunshots]" "Dump them over the side and clear this bridge!" "The reason we're pinned down is we're not getting air support." "Hell, nobody is!" "Put some fire into this battalion, or I'll get somebody who can." "Major!" "You the executive officer here?" "Yes, sir." "Walker, sir." "You're now the commanding officer." "You got four hours to break through to that beachhead, or you're fired." "There are 50,000 men on this island who'd like to shoot that son of a bitch." "Please take me home." "Take me home." "There he goes, "old blood and guts."" "Yeah." "Our blood, his guts." "Where are you from, uh, Gomez?" "California, sir." "Me, too." "Where were you hit?" "In the chest, sir." "Well, this might interest you." "The last German I saw didn't have any chest." "Didn't have any head, either." "You get well quickly, son." "[Whispering]" "[Crying]" "What's the matter with you?" "I..." "I guess I just can't take it, sir." "What did you say?" "It's my nerves, sir, I..." "I just can't stand the shelling anymore." "Your nerves?" "Well, hell, you're just a goddamn coward." "Shut up!" "I won't have a yellow bastard crying in front of these brave men who've been wounded in battle." "[Crying]" "Shut up!" "Don't admit this yellow bastard." "There's nothing wrong with him." "I won't have sons of bitches who are afraid to fight stinking up this place of honor." "You're going back to the front." "You may get killed, but you're going up to the fighting, or I'll stand you up in front of a firing squad." "I ought to shoot you myself." "God damn you, bastard!" "Get him out of here!" "Send him up to the front!" "You hear me?" "You goddamn coward!" "I won't have cowards in my army." "I had to kick a few butts up there, but Truscott finally broke through to those people on the beach." "Have you seen the casualty lists?" "Yes, I've seen them." "What's the word from the coast road?" "The 3rd Division is heading toward Messina." "Good, let's get over there." "I want to go in with the troops." "You go ahead, George." "I'm not very good at that." "General Bradley, it's time to consider how many casualties we'd have if we were still down there crawling along that goddamn road." "Forward, march!" "Don't smirk, Patton." "I shan't kiss you." "That's a pity." "I shaved very close this morning in preparation for getting smacked by you." "[Bagpipes Play Traditional March]" "Forward, march!" "[Band Begins Stars And Stripes Forever]" "You wanted to see me?" "I got a letter here from Ike." "I, uh... was rereading Caesar's Commentaries last night." "In battle, Caesar wore a red robe to distinguish him from his men." "I... was struck by that fact because..." ""Despicable." That's the first time anybody ever applied that word to me." "Well, at least it's a personal reprimand." "It's not official." "The man was yellow." "He should have been tried for cowardice and shot." "Have we forgotten about those who've taken worse than a kick in the pants?" "I ruffled his pride." "What's that compared to war?" "When we took Palermo, they called me a hero." "Said I was the greatest general since StonewallJackson." "And now they draw cartoons about you." "Dirty bastard." "They got me kicking a G.I. With an iron boot." "You see that..." "what's on my boot?" "A swastika!" "On my boot!" "An iron boot with a swastika on it!" ""You'll apologize to the soldier you slapped, to all doctors and nurses who were present at the time, to every patient in the tent who can be reached, and last but not least to the 7 th Army as a whole," "through individual units, one at a time."" "God, I... feel alone." "Oh, God." "Thou art my god." "Verily will I seek Thee." "My soul thirsteth for Thee." "My flesh longeth for Thee in a dry and thirsty land, so as I have seen Thee in the sanctuary." "My soul followeth hard after Thee." "But those that seek my soul, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the earth." "They shall fall by the sword." "They shall be a portion for foxes." "But the king shall rejoice in God." "Everyone that sweareth by Him shall glory." "But the mouth of them that speak lies shall be stopped." "Ten hut!" "At ease." "I thought I would stand up here and let you people see if I am as big a son of a bitch as some of you think I am." "I assure you, I had no intention of being either harsh or cruel in my treatment of the... soldier in question." "My sole purpose was to try and restore in him some appreciation of his obligations as a man and as a soldier." "If one can shame a coward," "I felt, one might... help him to regain his self-respect." "This was on my mind." "Now, I freely admit that my method was wrong." "But I hope you can understand my motive... and will accept this... explanation... and this... apology." "Dismissed." "Ten hut!" "Good evening, General." "My report on a private poll I've been taking." "What poll?" "The fan mail." "11% con. 89% pro." "And that 11% of protest in most cases is both obscene and anonymous." "The pro letters are mostly from relatives and servicemen." ""We're proud our son is serving in your army." "From the newspaper accounts, we're not clear exactly what you did and why, but we want you to know we're for you." "Keep going, and God bless you."" "Keep going, huh?" "Where?" "I thought you might like a sip of wine, General." "It's New Year's." "You didn't celebrate at all last night." "I'm sick of sitting around this... royal doghouse." "We've taken Sicily." "I'm ready for a new assignment." "Well, maybe you've got it." "Here's a radio message, just came in." "Cod..." "I've been relieved." "They've relieved me from command of the 7 th Army." "I don't believe it." "Happy New Year." "Just a minute, sir." "Since they're sure to give you another command, isn't it logical that they'd relieve you here first?" "You mean command of all the American troops going into Europe?" "It's possible." "The logic of it is so obvious, it couldn't mean anything else." "Sir, I'm going to open this bottle of wine." "No, but if you find a bottle of cognac," "I'll help you drink it." "[Door Opens]" "How are you feeling tonight, General?" "Not bad at all." "Get me some writing paper." "Yes, sir." "Your wife ever give you the devil for not writing?" "All the time, sir." "I don't write as often as you do." "Don't seem to get around to it." "Lucky thing for us we've got them." "Who wants to marry two old broken-down horse cavalrymen?" "My wife says that to me whenever I come home, sir." "What are you doing up so late, George?" "Thought you might like a hot bath, glass of milk, or something." "I got you sleeping pills from the doc, sir, just in case you might need them." "Sleeping pills?" "What's going on here anyway?" "We all heard tonight's news." "They announced it on the radio." " What news?" " About General Bradley, sir." "How they gave him the top American command for the invasion." "Oh." "Oh, yeah." "I..." "Well, I just thought you might be feeling kind of low, sir." "Your writing things are here on the desk, sir." "Yes." "Thank you, George." "One little dogface." "One measly little slap." "That's what done it." "Oh, George." "I wish I'd kissed the son of a bitch." "[Martial Music Plays]" "[Applause]" "[Patton Speaking French]" "He's paying tribute to the Free French forces under De Gaulle and LeClerc." "[Speaking French]" "Also to the brave men and women of the Resistance who risked their lives to destroy the Germans." "[Speaking French]" "France will be free again." "I give you my word." "[Speaking French]" "Just as Free French troops landed here in Corsica to liberate Napoleon's birthplace," "I will someday land in France to liberate Lafayette's birthplace." "General, the reporters would like a word with you." "Good afternoon, gentlemen." "General, what's the purpose of this visit to Corsica?" "General Eisenhower ordered it." "Did you write the mother of the boy you slapped saying, "The yellow rat should have been shot"?" "No comment." "General Alexander suggested you take over" "General Mark Clark's Italian campaign, but the slapping incident killed that chance." "No comment." "Where are you going, sir?" "General Eisenhower's ordered me to Malta." "But that's off the record." "Interview concluded." "You plan on slapping any soldiers there, General?" "In 1528, these forts were defended by 400 knights of Malta and 800 mercenaries against a force of 40,000 Turks." "Oh, uh, Codman." "Still no word from General Eisenhower?" "No, sir." "Not even about those two turkeys" "I sent him at Christmas?" "No, sir." "Go ahead, gentlemen." "Take a closer look for yourselves." "Well, looks as if you boys have hitched your wagon to a falling star." "Pass the word." "If anybody wants out, I'll understand." "Sir, I can speak for the entire staff." "We want to stay with you, no matter what duty you're assigned to." "Up in London, they're planning the invasion of Europe." "That's what I've trained my whole mind, body, and spirit for." "What in God's name am I doing here?" "All right." "Let's get on to Cairo, see if the pyramids are still standing." "[Air Raid Siren Wails]" "This place is for me?" "Yes, sir." "This way, sir." "Whoever found it has a genius for cloak-and-dagger." "Who picked this cathouse?" "I believe it was General Smith, sir." "He did it to spite me, the son of a bitch." "Welcome to London, Georgie." "Bedell, how are you?" "Is Ike here?" "He asked me to brief you." "Excuse us, please." "First let me put you straight about Ike." "We hear a lot about you criticizing his decisions." "Nah." "Not really." "I'm just an old fool." "Sometimes I do wonder if he isn't a limey at heart." "George, this is the toughest coalition ever attempted in history." "Ike is trying to hold it together and lick the Germans as well." " It's one hell of a job." " I appreciate that." "We have an important assignment for you in connection with the Normandy invasion." "I've studied the overall plan." "It has a number of flaws." "Not the least is its dependency on Monty taking Cannes by D day." "I've drawn up an alternate plan for landing in Calais following an air bombardment..." "Will you just listen for a change?" "Remember, Ike stood by you when everyone wanted Patton with a rope around his neck." "We'll let it leak out that you are here undercover, that you're preparing to invade at the Pas De Calais." "We hope to pin down the German 15th Army there so they can't hurt us at Normandy." "That's all you think I'm good for?" "We're building an army of 12 divisions around you." "All fictitious, of course." "Dummy troop concentrations, dummy landing craft, simulated radio traffic." "See, the Germans are convinced that you are going to lead the main invasion effort." "Their agents will spot you here." "Then we'll move you to Knutsford." " What will I do there?" " Nothing." "Absolutely nothing." "Frankly, George, you're on probation." "You take my advice, you'll behave yourself." "Remember, your worst enemy is your own big mouth." "[Band Plays]" "Look at this nasty-faced son of a bitch." "Ready for combat!" "I'm calling him William, William the Conqueror." "General." "Leave him in the car." "No, it's all right." "Good afternoon, ladies." "[William Barking]" "Watch this, Cod." "He'll kill that dog." "No, he won't." "I'm terribly sorry, General." "Did Abigail frighten your dog?" "That's quite all right, madam." "This way, sir." "Your name isn't William." "It's Willy." "[Applause]" "My dear friends," "General George S. Patton Jr." "Has accepted our invitation to say a few words on the occasion of this inaugural ceremony." "General Patton is not here in an official capacity, and I have assured him most earnestly that nothing he says will be quoted." "May I present General Patton." "Remember, sir." "Watch your language." "Mmm." "Yeah." "My dear ladies, until today my only experience at welcoming has been to welcome Germans and Italians to the infernal regions." "At this I have been quite successful, since the troops I've had the honor to command have to date killed or captured some 170,000 of our enemy." "[Yelping]" "I feel such clubs as these are of very real value because I believe with Mr. Bernard Shaw that the British and the Americans are two peoples separated by a common language." "And since it is the evident destiny of the British and the Americans to rule the world, the better we know each other, the better we will do it." "The Russians." "Don't forget the Russians." "A club like this is an ideal place for promoting mutual understanding." "As soon as our soldiers meet the English ladies and write home and tell our women just how lovely you truly are... the sooner the American ladies will get jealous and force this war to a quick termination." "Then I'll get a chance to go to the Pacific and killJapanese." "[Applause]" "[Band Plays Stars And Stripes Forever]" "In cities all over the nation, mass meetings protest" "General Patton's statement that Britain and America will rule the postwar world, that Russia will have nothing to say." "Congressional leaders like Senator Foss are quick to react." "This man has insulted our Russian allies, implying Anglo-American world rule." "He should be severely disciplined." "I didn't do a damn thing." "They promised me there wouldn't be reporters." "I just made a few remarks off the record." "Ike told you to keep your mouth shut." "Don't you realize how suspicious the Russians are of us?" "I was only trying to be polite." "If there'd been any Russians there," "I would have mentioned them." "I don't like the sons of bitches, but I would have mentioned them out of politeness." "I don't know anything about politics." "I have no political ambitions." "All I want to do is command an army in combat." "It's out of our hands." "Ike sent a message to the chief of staff." "General Marshall will decide whether you stay here as a decoy or... he sends you home." "He's a good man." "At least he's a fair man." "I'll let it sit with him." "George." "Our war is over." "Yes, sir." "It's just a question of waiting for the orders now." "I feel I... am destined to achieve some great thing." "What, I don't know." "But this last incident is so trivial in its nature and so terrible in its effect." "It can't be the result of an accident." "It has to be the work of God." "The last great opportunity of a lifetime." "An entire world at war, and I'm left out of it?" "God will not permit this to happen!" "I am going to be allowed to fulfill my destiny!" "His will be done." "In the greatest amphibious operation ever attempted, a pre-dawn naval bombardment prepares the way for Allied soldiers to assault the Normandy beaches and claw out a desperate foothold on the European continent." "I knew Montgomery couldn't take Cannes on D day or D plus 10, and I said so." "And here they are, all hung up in the hedgerow country." "They should pivot as Von Schlieffan planned in World War I." "Then we might get a chance to do some real broken-field running." "But they don't listen to me." "Huh." "What a way to enter the continent of Europe, along with all the rest of the spare parts." "Everything on this plane is high priority." "General Bradley wouldn't send for you unless he had something in mind." "I'll tell you, Cod." "I've learned my lesson." "If I ever do get another chance," "I'll keep my mouth shut." "I'll play the game." "If I forget, you remind me." "I'll gently nudge you in the ribs." "Give me a swift kick in the ass." "Yes, sir." "General, welcome to France, sir." "I hope the war's still on." " Where's the boss?" " Right this way, sir." "Patton." "Haven't seen you since Messina." "General, how are you?" "I heard you're doing a splendid job decoying the Germans." "Well, you'll forgive me." "I'm off for the front." "Best of everything, old boy." "By the way, intelligence confirms that I'm against Rommel again." "Rommel." "How are you, George?" "Pretty fair, Brad." "How are you?" "Fine." "Well, my, my, isn't this plush." "It looks like you're bucking for archbishop." "Chet Hansen built this rig for me." "Sit down." "I told Ike you and I could level with each other." "That's right." "We're making 3rd Army operational once I take 12th Army Group." "Do I get it?" "I'll be honest with you." "I've had reservations." "You've been my senior since I left the academy." "You were the boss in North Africa and Sicily." "I just thought it might be a problem for the both of us." " It wouldn't bother me." " One other thing." "I don't want to hit this too hard." "We're different kinds of people, George." "God damn it, Brad, you're always right." "With your brains and my screwy ideas, we would make a wonderful team." "We proved that in Sicily." "Truth is, if I'd been your senior in Sicily," "I would've relieved you." "Brad, I'll crawl on my belly to get a command." "For God's sake, you got to get me in this fight." "The only way I can get out of the doghouse is to do something spectacular." "I got to get back in the war." "Hitler's own people tried to kill him a couple days ago." "First thing you know, it'll all be over..." "I'll... keep my mouth shut." "I'll behave myself." "I give you my word." "George, I've been working on a plan called Cobra." "I'd like to know what you think of it." "We've been slugging our way through hedgerow country half an acre a day." "We need a way to break out." "I want to use this road." "The St. Lo- Pierre Road." "We'll let Monty pin down the enemy forces at Cannes." "We'll pulverize an area 31/2 miles wide with saturation bombing, then seven divisions will follow through." "The 3rd Army will swing around here, a sweeping end run, right across France." "What do you think?" "I think you need a screwball old horse cavalryman to command 3rd Army." "George..." "Ike... came to that conclusion in London three months ago." "He what?" "Why, that dirty son..." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I promised to keep my mouth shut." "You'd think George would at least have the courtesy to let us know where he's going." "Good God, look at that." "Where you going, General?" "Berlin!" "I'm going to personally shoot that paper-hanging son of a bitch!" "[Cheering]" "Now, hold it." "Hold it!" "Hold it!" "This place isn't even on the map." "You know why?" "We've run clear off the map." "Give George a headline, and he's good for another 30 miles." "[Horn Blares]" "Ten hut!" "All right, hold it!" "Look, pay attention." "We're going to clean this mess up now." "Move this vehicle out this way." "Move this one out this way." "Back that thing up there." "We'll take this one here." "All right, get up off your ass." "Let's go now!" "That's the way to move." "Good boy!" "All right, come on!" "Come on, now." "Here we go." "Come on." "That's it!" "That's it." "Gun it!" "Gun that thing!" "O.K. Come on." "Watch it!" "Go, go, go!" "Come on!" "Hold it up." "Come on, baby!" "Yeah, yeah!" "Come on!" "That's it." "Come on, now!" "Chet..." "Come on, keep coming!" "Keep coming!" "Hold it up there!" "Now come on!" "Hold it!" "Hey, dummy!" "Hold the friggin' tank!" "Ay..." "That's it." "Come on." "Good boy!" " Hold it up there!" " General!" "General Bradley wants a word." " Down there." " O.K." "Come on!" "O.K." "Hold it up!" "Take over." "George, you'd make a good traffic cop." "Heh heh..." "George, this drive to the Seine has been absolutely magnificent." "I'm sorry, but I have to slow you down." "What the hell for?" "We have to cut off your supplies." "Gasoline, ammunition, everything." "We're up against a new set of priorities." "I smell Montgomery." "Take it easy, George." "There are serious political issues involved." "By God, it is Montgomery." "The V-2 launching sites are all in his area." "Mr. Churchill wants those rocket bases destroyed." "Hitler is killing more civilians in London than soldiers in battle." "They expect Montgomery to do something?" "You give me gasoline, and I'll gain ground." "I'll kill Germans, too." "Give me enough, I'll go to Berlin." "George, I can't do it." "The Siegfried Line's an empty shell." "They've stripped the equipment, sent it to the eastern front." "It's crawling with cows." "I'd be through in two days." "There's no use arguing." "It wasn't my idea." "Why did you pick me to command?" "I didn't pick you." "Ike picked you." "George, you have performed brilliantly." "You're loyal, dedicated, one of the best field commanders I've got, but you don't know when to shut up, George." "You're a pain in the neck." "I have a lot of faults, Brad." "Ingratitude isn't one of them." "I owe you a lot." "Hell." "I know I'm a prima donna." "I admit it." "What I can't stand about Monty is, he won't admit it." "[Engine Sputters]" "[Engine Sputtering]" "Captain," "Bailey's run out of gas." "The point tank has run out, too... and there's a Kraut column up ahead." "Yeah, I know." "Are you in command here, Captain?" "I was in command." "My tank platoon was supporting an infantry company." "The tanks ran out of gas, so we had to fight it out." "We started 11:00 last night." "Finished a couple of hours ago." "This morning, the fighting was hand-to-hand." "I had a dream last night." "In my dream it came to me that right now, the whole Nazi reich is mine to take." "Think about that, Cod." "I was nearly sent home in disgrace." "Now I have precisely the right instrument at precisely the right moment of history... in exactly the right place." "The Saar?" "This will change, too, very quickly, like a planet spinning off into the universe." "A moment like this won't come again for a thousand years." "All I need is a few miserable gallons of gasoline." "Right now, the weak spot is here." "In 10 days we could be in Berlin." "What about the fortifications at Verdun and Metz?" "Fixed fortifications are monuments to the stupidity of man." "No, when mountain ranges and oceans can be overcome, anything built by man can be overcome." "You know how I'm sure they're finished out there?" "The carts." "They're using carts to move their wounded and their supplies." "The carts came to me in my dream, kept buzzing around my head." "I couldn't figure it out." "Then I remembered... that nightmare in the snow, the endless, agonizing retreat from Moscow... how cold it was." "They took the wounded and the remaining supplies and threw them on the carts." "Napoleon was finished." "Not any color left." "Not even the red of blood." "Only the snow." "Look at this, Cod." "I love it." "God help me, I do love it so." "I love it more than my life." "Paris is liberated, and French troops lead the way." "The Allies march into the historic city after four years of Nazi occupation." "The hard-fighting French 2nd Armored Division under Major General Jacques Leclerc gets a welcome they will never forget as they enter their beloved Paris." "In a powerful drive to the north," "British General Montgomery cuts off and bypasses the French coastal towns of Boulogne, Calais, and Dunkirk, pushing on to capture the vital Belgian port of Antwerp." "Meanwhile, the main body of Patton's army, resupplied now and rolling like a juggernaut, is slicing toward the Saar." "Nazi resistance appears to be crumbling, and it seems nothing can stop our troops from driving on into the heart of Germany." "Sir, General Bradley on your line." "Good, good." "Brad?" "I've got a bridgehead across the Saar." "I'm headed into Germany." "Wait a minute, George." "There's trouble up north." "I want you to transfer 10th Armored to Middleton's 8th Corps right away." "Brad, you can't do that." "George, listen," "I don't have time to argue." "There's a lot of enemy activity up around Ardennes." "No, I don't know how serious it is." "Ike wants us to meet with Bedell Smith tomorrow at Verdun." "Be there at 1100." "Yes, sir." "There's absolutely no reason for us to assume that the Germans are mounting a major offensive." "The weather is awful." "Their supplies are low." "The German army hasn't mounted a winter attack since Frederick the Great." "Therefore I believe that's exactly what they'll do." "I want you to start making contingency plans for pulling out of our eastward attack, changing directions 90 degrees, moving up to Luxembourg." "Don't look so stunned, gentlemen." "Plan for three possible axes of attack... from D-Kirk due north... from Arlen to Bastogne, from Neufchatel against the German left flank." "We've identified four German armies." "The 7 th, 5th Panzer, 6th S. S Panzer, and the 15th." "They beat us with 26 divisions." "They overran two regiments of the 106th Division, and 7,500 of our men were forced to surrender." "Our immediate concern is that the 101 st Airborne is trapped here at Bastogne." "Bastogne, by the way, is the key to this entire area." "If we can hold it, we can break up the entire German offensive." "If they take it, we're in serious trouble." "Ike wants to know if anybody can get there and relieve the 101 st before they're torn to pieces." "There's nothing that Field Marshal Montgomery can do." "At any rate, not for some weeks." "What about you, George?" "I can attack with three divisions in 48 hours." "I'd give myself some leeway if I were you." "Ike wants a realistic estimate, George." "You're amidst a fight now, and Bastogne's 100 miles away." "My staff's already working out the details." "Frankly, I don't see how it's possible... not in this kind of weather." "I should've thought you'd want to fall back and regroup." "I don't like to pay for the same real estate twice." "What about your men?" "You can't cart them 100 miles then expect them to attack without rest." "I trained these men." "They'll do what I tell them." "Perhaps we hadn't realized you were quite so popular with your troops." "I'm not." "They'll do it because they're good soldiers and because they realize, as I do, that we can still lose this war." "Hmm." "I think I can speak for Field Marshal Montgomery." "He'd say you're asking the impossible of your men." "Of course he would, 'cause he's never realized that that's what we're in business for." "General Mcauliffe refused a German surrender demand." "You know what he said?" "What?" "He said, "Nuts."" "Ha ha ha ha..." "Keep them moving, Colonel." "A man that eloquent has to be saved." "This is where it pays off... the training and the discipline." "No other outfit in the world could pull out of a winter battle, move 100 miles, go into a major attack with no rest, no sleep, no hot food." "God..." "God, I'm proud of these men." "Sir, the Germans threw another panzer division against Bastogne." "101 st Airborne is holding on by its fingernails." "Damn air cover's what we need." "With decent weather, we might make it." "General Mason, sir." "Hello, Mase?" "Listen, we're short on foot soldiers." "Cannibalize your anti-aircraft units and turn them into riflemen." "Yes, every damn one of them." "Good evening, General." "I just got tomorrow's weather report... more snow." "There goes our air cover." "We may have to wait for better weather." "There are brave men dying up there." "I'm not going to wait." "Not an hour... not a minute." "I'm going to keep moving." "Is that clear?" "We're going to attack all night!" "We're going to attack tomorrow morning!" "If we're not victorious... let no one come back alive." "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's only important for me to know." "You wanted to see me, General?" "Oh, yes, Chaplain." "I'm sick and tired of 3rd Army fighting the Germans, the supreme command, no gasoline, and now this ungodly weather." "I want a prayer..." "a weather prayer." "Weather prayer, sir?" "Yes." "Let's 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." "I don't know how this will be received." "Praying for good weather so we can kill people?" "I assure you, because of my intimate relations with the Almighty, if you write a good prayer, we'll have good weather." "I expect that prayer within an hour." "Yes, sir." ""Almighty and most merciful father, we humbly beseech Thee ofThy great goodness to restrain this immoderate weather with which we've had to contend." "Grant us fair weather for battle." "Graciously harken 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." "The weather's perfect." "Cod, get me that chaplain." "He stands in good with the Lord, and I want to decorate him." "Hiya, General!" "Supported by medium bombers and fighter bombers which fly countless sorties against German positions, elements of the 3rd Army, spearheaded by the 4th Armored Division, drive into the besieged city of Bastogne to relieve its 18,000 defenders on the day after Christmas." "During this operation, 3rd Army moved farther and faster and engaged more divisions in less time than any other army in the history of the United States." "Excuse me, sir." "General Katkov would like to know whether you'll join him to drink to the surrender of Germany." "My compliments to the general." "Please inform him that I don't care to drink with him or any other Russian son of a bitch." "Sir, I..." "I cannot tell the general that." "You tell him that." "Tell him word for word." "[Speaking Russian]" "[Speaking Russian]" "The general says he thinks that you are a son of a bitch, too." "O.K. I'll drink to that." "One son of a bitch to another." "[Speaking Russian]" "[Applause]" "[Cheering]" "General, is it true President Roosevelt, before he died, promised you a combat command in the Pacific?" "Yes, he did, but now that he's gone," "I doubt there's much chance of that." "Doug MacArthur doesn't want me up there." "We've heard about these wonder weapons the Germans were working on... long-range rockets, push-button bombing, weapons that don't need soldiers." "Wonder weapons?" "My God, I don't see the wonder in them." "Killing without heroics, nothing is glorified, nothing is reaffirmed?" "No heroes, no cowards, no troops... no generals?" "Only those who are left alive and those who are left... dead." "I'm glad I won't live to see it." "You are still using former Nazis in key positions... despite the official Denazification policy." "Well, when I'm supplied with trained personnel," "I'll get rid of the Nazis." "Until then, I'll use those who run the railroads and keep the telephones working." "After all, General, didn't most ordinary Nazis join the party about the same way Americans become Republicans or Democrats?" "Yes, that's about it." "You do agree that our national policy should be made by civilians and not the military?" "Of course, I agree, but the politicians never let us finish." "They always stop short, leaving us with another war to fight." "Are you thinking about our Russian allies?" "Heh." "Sir, did you say if your army was between the Germans and the Russians, you'd attack in both directions?" "No, I never said that." "I never said any such thing... but I wish I had." "Sir, a call on your line from supreme headquarters..." "General Smith." "Bedell?" "Ike is furious." "How could you possibly compare the Republicans and Democrats to the Nazi Party?" "And this statement that you refuse to Denazify has everybody screaming." "Russians, British, everybody." "Ah, the hell with the mongoloid Russians." "We've given them Berlin, Prague, God knows what else." "Are we letting them dictate policy, too?" "George, don't be a fool." "The war in Europe is over." "Washington dictates policy." "The war shouldn't be over, and we should stop pussyfooting about the goddamn Russians!" "We'll have to fight them eventually." "Why not now while our army's here?" "Instead of disarming Germans, we should get them to fight the Bolsheviks!" "George, shut up." "This line may be tapped." "I don't give a damn." "Up till now, we've been fighting the wrong people." "You and Ike don't have to get involved." "Leave it to me." "I'll have us a war with them, and I'll make it look like their fault!" "George, you're mad." "You're absolutely out of your mind!" "Well, I'm no diplomat." "I'm a combat soldier." "That's all these jokers understand." "You get Ike's permission," "I'll drive them back into Russia where they belong!" "Shall I call the artist back, sir?" "No, the hell with him." "Nobody wants to see my picture." "I'm mad." "Didn't you know that?" "Field Marshal Montgomery," "His Majesty is prepared to receive the next chief of the imperial general staff." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Take care of yourself, Carl..." "George..." "Well, um... gentlemen, all good things must come to an end." "And the best thing that's happened to me in my life... has been, uh... uh... the honor and, uh, privilege... of commanding the 3rd Army." "Goodbye... and God bless you." "Brad, they've, uh, taken 3rd Army away from me." "I know." "I just thought we could have dinner together tonight." "Thank you, Brad." "That's damn thoughtful." "I appreciate it." "Right now, I'm taking Willy for a walk." "Look out!" "After all I've been through, imagine getting killed by an ox cart." "Ha ha..." "No, Brad, there's only one proper way for a professional soldier to die... from the last bullet of the last battle of the last war." "At least 3rd Army earned its pay." "In our drive across Europe, we liberated 12,000 cities and towns and inflicted a million and a half enemy casualties." "I think from now on, just being a good soldier won't mean a thing." "I'm afraid we'll have to be diplomats, administrators, you name it." "God help us." "George," "I want to say one thing." "You've done a magnificent job here in Europe." "That's right, George." "That soldier you slapped in Sicily did more to win the war than any other private in the army." "I'll see you for dinner." "6:30?" "[Willy Barking]" "[Patton] For over 1,000 years," "Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of a triumph, a tumultuous parade." "In the procession came trumpeters, musicians, and strange animals from the conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments." "The conqueror rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed 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."