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Iniciado por Rodrigo

It certainly seems so. The spirit of Spain is very very different. We used to respect the enemy and have a chivalric attitude in war. Especially an army official would never speak like that to the troops. But this is somehow understandable, since Spain is a much older nation and the U.S. never went through a Middle Age, the most honorauble of Ages, in spite of what modern liberals say.

Patton was a flamboyant commander who exemplifies the best (and worst) traits of the US. He was a devout Christian (Baptist) and his style of leadership wasn't aristocratic- although he was capable of aristocratic behavior and was a well-educated conversationalist (his ancestors were Virginia gentrymen and he was a poet and writer of some ability- he spoke French and Spanish in addition to English) he was very well-loved by the soldiery that he commanded because he was the kind of general who commanded from the front. The common soldiers loved him because he talked and acted like he was one of them. One of his more amazing abilities was to comment from the Bible verbatim- often making clergymen look uneducated with his knowledge of the Bible. And yes he was prone to arrogance- often extremely so- and was a pompous braggart.

Although the most gifted US commander (according to the comments of some of the German officer corps) of the war he actually seems to have disliked combat as much as he loved it. I simply used that clip as an example of the old American fierceness when pushed into a war situation. Despite being bombastic he went out of his way in war to avoid civilian atrocities (i.e. Dresden); he was simply interested in defeating the German forces and was constantly on the offensive against the Wehrmacht and other aspects of the Nazi military machine (for which the was feared by the Germans, being both skilled and unpredictable- and a bit of a glory-seeker as well).

A little-known fact is that Patton treated the defeated German soldiers with a great deal of courtesy given the anti-German climate of the time. As the military-governor of Bavaria he refused to carry out Allied denazification policies (or he was very unwilling to do this), simply seeing the soldiers as a defeated enemy that should be treated with the generosity appropriate to a conciliatory victor. One reason may've been his desire to finish off the Russians- possibly using German soldiers; Patton was extremely contemptuous of the communists and wanted to finish them off permanently (something which may've led to his rather questionable death). Patton hated the Germans only for the length of the war (i.e. they were the enemy and simply were there to be beaten, after which they were no longer hated) but he went out of his way to insult, etc. Russians any chance he got.

"Gen. Patton did not have kind words for those who could not face death. He had harsh words for the religious leaders who opposed the efforts of the military and preached, "Thou shall not kill." Gen. Patton called these types, "pulpit killers!" He commented, "These pulpit killers that go around saying that the Bible says that man dare not kill causes the death of many thousands of good soldiers. Damn little those pulpit killers know about the Bible. They know even less about the way God works. They should read all of the Bible, not just the part they like! God never hesitated to kill. God never hesitates to kill when one man or any race of man needed to be punished. God helped David kill Goliath, didn't he? How about Noah and the Ark? All of the rest of the people were killed in the flood! God took the blame for this mass murder. How about the Red Sea which opened up long enough for one race to escape and another race to be killed. Don't talk to me about God not permitting man to kill. War means that we have to kill people. That's all there is to it. It is a sin not to kill if we are serving on God's side. There is no other way to win. Wars must be won for God's sake. He has a part in every war! The quicker we can kill the enemy, the quicker we can go home and listen to the pulpit killers tell us what we did wrong. If it wasn't for us, those pulpit idiots would be shot for standing in their own pulpits. Our task is to kill the enemy before we are killed."...

Many accused Gen. Patton of loving war. In fact, the Patton movie script had him saying, "I love war!" Gen. Patton did not love war, but he had the courage to face the truth that all there is to war is killing people. Gen. Patton hated war far more than the "pulpit killers" he condemned. He often quoted the Bible, saying, "There will always be wars and rumors of wars." Gen. Patton hated those military and political leaders who delayed, regrouped, consolidated gains, defended land, dug fox holes, or would permit any act which would prolong the war without any thought of the soldiers on both sides that would die from the delay."

From: Chapter 5, Principle for Making Decisions, subheading, 'When at war we must kill people.'

Btw, this is one of his poems:

THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY

by Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.

Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.
In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.
I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.
I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.
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.
I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.
Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I've called His name in blessing
When after times I died.
In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.
While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.
Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.
See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.
Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.
Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.
I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.
Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy's field I lay.
In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.
Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.
I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.
And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.
Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in it's quivering gloom.
So but now with Tanks a'clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell's ghastly glow.
So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.
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.
So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.