ur a nerd

All right, you sons of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. You know how I feel. I'll be proud to lead you wonderful guys in battle anytime, anywhere. That's all.

Then there's one thing you men will be able to say when this war is over and you get back home. Thirty years from now when you're sitting by your fireside with your grandson on your knee and he asks, 'What did you do in the great World War Two?' You won't have to cough and say, 'Well, your granddaddy shoveled ♥♥♥♥ 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-♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥-♥♥♥♥♥ named George Patton!'

Don't forget, you don't know I'm here at all. No word of that fact is to be mentioned in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell they did with 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Germans. Some day, I want them to rise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl 'Ach! It's the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Third Army and that ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Patton again!'

There will be some complaints that we're pushing our people too hard. I don't give a damn about such complaints. I believe that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder we push, the more Germans we kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing harder means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that. 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ either. I want men like the lieutenant in Libya who, with a Luger against his chest, swept aside the gun with his hand, jerked his helmet off with the other and busted the hell out of the Boche with the helmet. Then he picked up the gun and he killed another German. All this time the man had a bullet through his lung. That's a man for you!

I don't want any messages saying 'I'm holding my position.' We're not holding a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ thing. We're advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding anything except the enemy's balls. We're going to hold him by his balls and we're going to kick him in the ass; twist his balls and kick the living ♥♥♥♥ out of him all the time. Our plan of operation is to advance and keep on advancing. We're going to go through the enemy like ♥♥♥♥ through a tinhorn.