And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o’er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.
George S. Patton, Jr.
Fate denied General Patton the death he deserved: in battle, at the head of his men. His death was much more prosaic, the result of an automobile collision on December 8, 1945 caused by drunk joyriding GIs. He spent most of the next 13 days in traction, paralyzed from the neck down. His verdict on his situation was succinct and characteristically blunt: “This is a hell of a way to die.” He died on December 21, 1945 in his sleep. It is perhaps superfluous to note that Patton met death with calm courage. At West Point as a cadet he had already discerned the essential reality of death: “What then of death? Is not the taps of death but the first call to the reveille of eternal life?” Per his request he was buried with other Third Army dead in the Luxembourg American Cemetery, the simple white cross above his grave precisely the same that marked the graves of the Christian GIs who had fallen in what Eisenhower had aptly called the Great Crusade.
Arguably, Patton and MacArthur (forget Manchester’ crap) were the last pure soldiers.
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Schwartzkopf was able to fight the First Gulf War as war should be waged. However, Korea, Vietnam, Bush’s boondoggles in Afghanistan and Iraq, Hillary’s proxy wars in Iraq, Libya, Syria, etc. were not fought as wars because callow, yellow politicians, not soldiers, called the shots.
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In short, never underestimate the foe. Deploy maximum firepower, maximum maneuver. Never cede the initiative. Prepare for the most forceful response from the enemy. “If you find yourself in a fair fight, you did not properly plan the operation.” David Hackworth. After WWII, generally the US violated these maxims.
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In our Republic soldiers don’t pick the wars and objectives. They fight and die in them. That is where MacArthur stepped over the line.
To the liberal media, the abortion providers and supporters, the politicians and judges that disregard the Natural Law, God’s law. To them we whisper; “All glory is fleeting.”
To uncle Joe Taylor, tank operator in the battle
of the buldge, my god Father. To you dear uncle, God be with you.