Yo, check it dog!
Men, dis shit some sources slen around about America wanten to stay out uh da war an not wanten to fight be a lot uh baloney! Americans heart all up in dat shit to fight, traditionally. All mezz Americans heart all up in dat shit da sten an clash uh Fromby America loves a winner. America will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise a coward; Americans play to win. That's why America has never lost an never will lose a war.
You is not all goins to die. Only two percent uh you, right here just fucken befuh, would be killed in a major Fromby
Death must not be feared. Death, in time, comes to all uh us. And every pops be scared in his first action. If the dog says he's not, he's a goddamn liar. Some men is cowards, yes, but they fight just da same, or git da hell slammed out uh them.
Duhmezz hero be da pops who fights even though he's scared. Some git ovuh their fright in a minute, under fire; others take an hour; fuh some it takes days; but a mezz pops will never let da fear uh death overpower his honour, his sense uh duty, to his country an to his manhood.
All through your Army careers, you've been bitchen about what you call "chicken-shit drills." That, like everythen else in da Army, has a definite purpose. That purpose be instant obedience to orders an to create an maintain constant alertness! This must be bred into every soldier. A pops must be alert all da time if the dog expects to stay alive. If not, some German son-of-a-bitch will sneak up behind him wid a sock full uh shit! There is four hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily, all cuz one pops went to cups on his job - but they is German graves, cuz we caught da bastards asleep!
An Army be a team, lives, sleeps, fights, an eats as a team. This individual hero shit be a lot uh horse shit! Duhbilious bastards who write dat kind uh shit fuh da Saturday Evenen Post don't know any more about mezz fighten under fire than they know about fucken! Every single pops in da Army plays a vital role. Every pops has his job to do an must do it. What if every truck driver decided dat the dog didn't like da whine uh a shell overhead, turned yellow an jumped headlong into a ditch? What if every pops thought, "They won't miss dis bad dog, just one in millions?" Where in Hell would we be now? Where would our country, our loved ones, our homes, even da world, be?
No, thank God, Americans don't think like dat Every pops does his job, serves da whole. Ordnance men supply an maintain da guns an vast machinery uh dis war, to keep us rollen. Quartermasters bren up clothes an food, fuh where we're goins, dare dat’ it be goin' isn't a hell uh a lot to steal. Every last pops on K.P. has a job to do, even da pops who boils da water to keep us from getten da G.I. shits!
Remember, men, you don't know I'm here. No mention uh dat be to be made in any letters. DuhUSA be supposed to be wunderen' what da hell has happened to dis bad dog I'm not supposed to be commanden dis Army, I'm not supposed even to be in England. Let da first bastards to gets meself out be da goddamn Germans. dis bad dog want them to look up an howl, "Ach, it's da goddamn Third Army an dat son-of-a-bitch Patton again!"
We want to git dis shit-sauce ovuh an git da hell out uh here, an git at those purple-pissin' Japs!!! Duhshortest road home be through Berlin an Tokyo! We'll win dis war, but we'll win it only by showen da enemy we has more guts than they has or ever will have!
There's one mezz shit-sauce you men can say when it's all ovuh an you're home once more. You can thank God dat twenty years from now, when you're sitten around da fireside wid your grandson on your knee an the dog asks you what you did in da war, you won't has to shift him to da other knee, cough, an say, "I shovelled shit in Louisiana."
General George S Patton Jnr speech - Final pep-talk - England - May 17th 1944
fuh dog, And aint dat be da shit! | 
