War Cry.
Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country...Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by God, I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against. By God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bastards. We're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken-out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.
Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything -- except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose, and we're gonna kick him in the ass. We're gonna kick the hell out of him all the time, and we're gonna go through him like crap through a goose!
Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home -- and you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you, "What did you do in the great World War Two?" -- you won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana."
Alright now you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel. Oh, I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime, anywhere.
That's all.
-George Patton
copied this from Robin's blog.
here's another
A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight! For all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!-Aragon
it's beautiful.
war speaches.
i guess they're important in times where victory seems only a myth. without it, how would you're men fight. they do need a lil something to pump them up, to give them that something to fight for, and of course, unity. safety in numbers, as it was said. in a way. at least you feel bonded to a certain entity and am willing to lay down your life for it.
think they're 2 stands the generals can take.
A, they can give their troops confidence. i like the firstline of Patton's speech. its got the 'we are the champions' ring to it. or like the songs we played during competition periods - 'you're unbelivebale'.
or sometimes, with a very much different effect, the chief of the legion can be open and honest with his troop. i was thinking of the guy in the matrix. i cant remember the exact words. think it went 'i just wanna say ... we give them hell before we do!'. i guess at that point, there's really not much worth trying to motivate your men when they know they're on the losing side.
and i would highly credit the musicianship behind the scenes.
i caught a glimpse of a LOTR3 scene. the king was giving the riders a little speech before the actual battle only seconds away. my, oh my, what an aura. the whole army chanting 'death! death! death!' now you cant deny the power of such unity.
anywz, ealier, i mentioned this bit about giving confidence to the troops.
i was thinking about it in another perspective - the ego.
i think it ws once said of me to be ego-less. now, ironically, that got to my ego.
i was proud to be humble.
or at least that was who i wanted to be.
few guys can boast of not having one. especially guys. its only characteristic of us. only most choose to hide it. and dang, some of us hide it darn well. so much that all our feelings are bottled up inside. like we studied in vulcanity, the sudden release of pressure causes eruptions. its the same for feelings. including our ego. nobody touches it. one day, someone blurted out something not so nice, boom. your ego's now in pieces.
another example, typical of mood-long-jumpers, is anger towards certain ppl. i shall not further comment on this.
i think, i'm rather gullible to words. i believe ppl easily. and when i go back and think abt the event, i realise its just a whole lot of rot.
relating to the ealier stated, in some sense, the issues that i later decided not to believe tend to be those ego-boosting phrases.
i'm still here was played during a scene in which i kinda could place mself in. thus, whenever this song's played, i think of those 2 scenes. one like that in the movie, and later on, myself being fooled by all that 'you're got the making of greatness in you'.
sigh. but i dont regret beliveing them.
in a way, i needed that kind of thing. i needed some1 to sincerely believe in me. and i was given that, partially because he was so convincing to secure my belief.
i am indeed rather grateful that i was conned for that period of time.
nvrm. if it he was trying to make me feel better at that instant, than i shall prove to him what kind of substance i'm made of.
The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us... Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say -
This was their finest hour.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken-out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.
Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything -- except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose, and we're gonna kick him in the ass. We're gonna kick the hell out of him all the time, and we're gonna go through him like crap through a goose!
Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home -- and you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you, "What did you do in the great World War Two?" -- you won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana."
Alright now you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel. Oh, I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime, anywhere.
That's all.
-George Patton
copied this from Robin's blog.
here's another
A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight! For all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand, Men of the West!-Aragon
it's beautiful.
war speaches.
i guess they're important in times where victory seems only a myth. without it, how would you're men fight. they do need a lil something to pump them up, to give them that something to fight for, and of course, unity. safety in numbers, as it was said. in a way. at least you feel bonded to a certain entity and am willing to lay down your life for it.
think they're 2 stands the generals can take.
A, they can give their troops confidence. i like the firstline of Patton's speech. its got the 'we are the champions' ring to it. or like the songs we played during competition periods - 'you're unbelivebale'.
or sometimes, with a very much different effect, the chief of the legion can be open and honest with his troop. i was thinking of the guy in the matrix. i cant remember the exact words. think it went 'i just wanna say ... we give them hell before we do!'. i guess at that point, there's really not much worth trying to motivate your men when they know they're on the losing side.
and i would highly credit the musicianship behind the scenes.
i caught a glimpse of a LOTR3 scene. the king was giving the riders a little speech before the actual battle only seconds away. my, oh my, what an aura. the whole army chanting 'death! death! death!' now you cant deny the power of such unity.
anywz, ealier, i mentioned this bit about giving confidence to the troops.
i was thinking about it in another perspective - the ego.
i think it ws once said of me to be ego-less. now, ironically, that got to my ego.
i was proud to be humble.
or at least that was who i wanted to be.
few guys can boast of not having one. especially guys. its only characteristic of us. only most choose to hide it. and dang, some of us hide it darn well. so much that all our feelings are bottled up inside. like we studied in vulcanity, the sudden release of pressure causes eruptions. its the same for feelings. including our ego. nobody touches it. one day, someone blurted out something not so nice, boom. your ego's now in pieces.
another example, typical of mood-long-jumpers, is anger towards certain ppl. i shall not further comment on this.
i think, i'm rather gullible to words. i believe ppl easily. and when i go back and think abt the event, i realise its just a whole lot of rot.
relating to the ealier stated, in some sense, the issues that i later decided not to believe tend to be those ego-boosting phrases.
i'm still here was played during a scene in which i kinda could place mself in. thus, whenever this song's played, i think of those 2 scenes. one like that in the movie, and later on, myself being fooled by all that 'you're got the making of greatness in you'.
sigh. but i dont regret beliveing them.
in a way, i needed that kind of thing. i needed some1 to sincerely believe in me. and i was given that, partially because he was so convincing to secure my belief.
i am indeed rather grateful that i was conned for that period of time.
nvrm. if it he was trying to make me feel better at that instant, than i shall prove to him what kind of substance i'm made of.
The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us... Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say -
This was their finest hour.