I have sinned and I have suffered, Played the hero and the knave; Fought for belly, shame, or country, And for each have found a grave. <p> I cannot … - George S. Patton

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I have sinned and I have suffered, Played the hero and the knave; Fought for belly, shame, or country, And for each have found a grave. <p> I cannot name my battles For the visions are not clear, Yet, I see the twisted faces And I feel the rending spear.

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About George S. Patton

General George Smith Patton, Jr. (11 November 1885 – 21 December 1945) was a senior officer of the United States Army, who commanded the U.S. Seventh Army in the Mediterranean and European Theaters of World War II, but is best known for his leadership of the U.S. Third Army in France and Germany following the Allied invasion of Normandy in June 1944. He was known in his time as "America's Fightingest General".

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Native Name: George Smith Patton, Jr. George Smith Patton Jr.
Also Known As: Old Blood and Guts
Alternative Names: The Old Man Bandito General Patton G.S. Patton George Patton George Smith Patton G.S. Patton, Jr.

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Don't forget, you men don't know that I'm here. No mention of that fact is to be made in any letters. The world is not supposed to know what the hell happened to me. I'm not supposed to be commanding this Army. I'm not even supposed to be here in England. Let the first bastards to find out be the Goddamned Germans. Some day I want to see them raise up on their piss-soaked hind legs and howl, "Jesus Christ, it's the Goddamned Third Army again and that son-of-a-fucking-bitch Patton".

An Army is a team. It lives, sleeps, eats, and fights as a team. This individual heroic stuff is pure horse shit. The bilious bastards who write that kind of stuff for the Saturday Evening Post don't know any more about real fighting under fire than they know about fucking!

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