D-Day Commemoration con’t —


Hellfire Motivation Unto Glory by George

“They stood in a circle about the ox and took up the scattering of barley; among them powerful Agamemnon spoke in prayer: ‘Zeus, exalted and mightiest, sky-dwelling in the dark mist: let not the sun go down and disappear into darkness until I have hurled headlong the castle of Priam blazing, and lit the castle gates with the flames destruction; not till I have broken at the chest the tunic of Hektor torn with the bronze blade, and let many companions about him go down headlong into the dust, teeth gripping the ground soil.” The Iliad, HOMER

The final sands are running through the hourglass timed to proscribe or prescribe the fate of War.

American soldiery is perched on the borders of Iraq, preparing to kick some ass.

Time for Motivation. Going to a place within yourself, drumming up all the readiness, rage and explosiveness it takes to do what has to get done. Like morality and integrity, motivation cannot be half-assed. You have to know and believe that you are the best and that each other one striking out to stand atop your mountain is your enemy. Being able to do that is more important than even the skills one has. Being Unconquerable.

I salute all of you. My prayers are with you. Godspeed. Think kill or be killed. Think destroy or be destroyed. Take no prisoners. Every one of your American lives is worth more than the entire population of Iraq.

Here is Motivation from one of the greatest warriors ever to serve in American military.

*What follows has language within it fit for war*

General Patton arose and strode swiftly to the microphone.

The men snapped to their feet and stood silently. Patton surveyed the sea of brown with a grim look.

“Be seated”, he said. The words were not a request, but a command. The General’s voice rose high and clear.

“Men, this stuff that some sources sling around about America wanting out of this war, not wanting to fight, is a crock of bullshit. Americans love to fight, traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle. You are here today for three reasons. First, because you are here to defend your homes and your loved ones. Second, you are here for your own self respect, because you would not want to be anywhere else. Third, you are here because you are real men and all real men like to fight. When you, here, everyone of you, were kids, you all admired the champion marble player, the fastest runner, the toughest boxer, the big league ball players, and the All-American football players. Americans love a winner. Americans will not tolerate a loser. Americans despise cowards. Americans play to win all of the time. I wouldn’t give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That’s why Americans have never lost nor will ever lose a war; for the very idea of losing is hateful to an American.”

The General paused and looked over the crowd. “You are not all going to die,” he said slowly. “Only two percent of you right here today would die in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Death, in time, comes to all men. Yes, every man is scared in his first battle. If he says he’s not, he’s a liar. Some men are cowards but they fight the same as the brave men or they get the hell slammed out of them watching men fight who are just as scared as they are. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. Some men get over their fright in a minute under fire. For some, it takes an hour. For some, it takes days. But a real man will never let his fear of death overpower his honor, his sense of duty to his country, and his innate manhood. Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base. Americans pride themselves on being He Men and they ARE He Men. Remember that the enemy is just as frightened as you are, and probably more so. They are not supermen.”

“All through your Army careers, you men have bitched about what you call “chicken shit drilling”. That, like everything else in this Army, has a definite purpose. That purpose is alertness. Alertness must be bred into every soldier. I don’t give a fuck for a man who’s not always on his toes. You men are veterans or you wouldn’t be here. You are ready for what’s to come. A man must be alert at all times if he expects to stay alive. If you’re not alert, sometime, a German son-of-an-asshole-bitch is going to sneak up behind you and beat you to death with a sockful of shit!” The men roared in agreement.

Patton’s grim expression did not change. “There are four hundred neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily”, he roared into the microphone, “All because one man went to sleep on the job”. He paused and the men grew silent. “But they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before they did”. The General clutched the microphone tightly, his jaw out-thrust, and he continued, “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!”

The men slapped their legs and rolled in glee. This was Patton as the men had imagined him to be, and in rare form, too. He hadn’t let them down. He was all that he was cracked up to be, and more. He had IT!

“We have the finest food, the finest equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world”, Patton bellowed. He lowered his head and shook it pensively. Suddenly he snapped erect, faced the men belligerently and thundered, “Why, by God, I actually pity those poor sons-of-bitches we’re going up against. By God, I do”. The men clapped and howled delightedly. There would be many a barracks tale about the “Old Man’s” choice phrases. They would become part and parcel of Third Army’s history and they would become the bible of their slang.

“My men don’t surrender”, Patton continued, “I don’t want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he has been hit. Even if you are hit, you can still fight back. That’s not just bull shit either. The kind of man that I want in my command is just like the lieutenant in Libya, who, with a Luger against his chest, jerked off his helmet, swept the gun aside with one hand, and busted the hell out of the Kraut with his helmet. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German before they knew what the hell was coming off. And, all of that time, this man had a bullet through a lung. There was a real man!”

Patton stopped and the crowd waited. He continued more quietly, “All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. Every single man in this Army plays a vital role. Don’t ever let up. Don’t ever think that your job is unimportant. Every man has a job to do and he must do it. Every man is a vital link in the great chain. What if every truck driver suddenly decided that he didn’t like the whine of those shells overhead, turned yellow, and jumped headlong into a ditch? The cowardly bastard could say, “Hell, they won’t miss me, just one man in thousands”. But, what if every man thought that way? Where in the hell would we be now? What would our country, our loved ones, our homes, even the world, be like? No, Goddamnit, Americans don’t think like that. Every man does his job. Every man serves the whole. Every department, every unit, is important in the vast scheme of this war. The ordnance men are needed to supply the guns and machinery of war to keep us rolling. The Quartermaster is needed to bring up food and clothes because where we are going there isn’t a hell of a lot to steal. Every last man on K.P. has a job to do, even the one who heats our water to keep us from getting the ‘G.I. Shits’.”

Patton paused, took a deep breath, and continued, “Each man must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy fighting beside him. We don’t want yellow cowards in this Army. They should be killed off like rats. If not, they will go home after this war and breed more cowards. The brave men will breed more brave men. Kill off the Goddamned cowards and we will have a nation of brave men. One of the bravest men that I ever saw was a fellow on top of a telegraph pole in the midst of a furious fire fight in Tunisia. I stopped and asked what the hell he was doing up there at a time like that. He answered, “Fixing the wire, Sir”. I asked, “Isn’t that a little unhealthy right about now?” He answered, “Yes Sir, but the Goddamned wire has to be fixed”. I asked, “Don’t those planes strafing the road bother you?” And he answered, “No, Sir, but you sure as hell do!” Now, there was a real man. A real soldier. There was a man who devoted all he had to his duty, no matter how seemingly insignificant his duty might appear at the time, no matter how great the odds. And you should have seen those trucks on the rode to Tunisia. Those drivers were magnificent. All day and all night they rolled over those son-of-a-bitching roads, never stopping, never faltering from their course, with shells bursting all around them all of the time. We got through on good old American guts. Many of those men drove for over forty consecutive hours. These men weren’t combat men, but they were soldiers with a job to do. They did it, and in one hell of a way they did it. They were part of a team. Without team effort, without them, the fight would have been lost. All of the links in the chain pulled together and the chain became unbreakable.”

The General paused and stared challengingly over the silent ocean of men. One could have heard a pin drop anywhere on that vast hillside. The only sound was the stirring of the breeze in the leaves of the bordering trees and the busy chirping of the birds in the branches of the trees at the General’s left.

“Don’t forget,” Patton barked, “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’.”

“We want to get the hell over there”, Patton continued, “The quicker we clean up this Goddamned mess, the quicker we can take a little jaunt against the purple pissing Japs and clean out their nest, too. Before the Goddamned Marines get all of the credit.”

The men roared approval and cheered delightedly. This statement had real significance behind it. Much more than met the eye and the men instinctively sensed the fact. They knew that they themselves were going to play a very great part in the making of world history. They were being told as much right now. Deep sincerity and seriousness lay behind the General’s colorful words. The men knew and understood it. They loved the way he put it, too, as only he could.

Patton continued quietly, “Sure, we want to go home. We want this war over with. The quickest way to get it over with is to go get the bastards who started it. The quicker they are whipped, the quicker we can go home. The shortest way home is through Berlin and Tokyo. And when we get to Berlin”, he yelled, “I am personally going to shoot that paper hanging son-of-a-bitch Hitler. Just like I’d shoot a snake!”

“When a man is lying in a shell hole, if he just stays there all day, a German will get to him eventually. The hell with that idea. The hell with taking it. My men don’t dig foxholes. I don’t want them to. Foxholes only slow up an offensive. Keep moving. And don’t give the enemy time to dig one either. We’ll win this war, but we’ll win it only by fighting and by showing the Germans that we’ve got more guts than they have; or ever will have. We’re not going to just shoot the sons-of-bitches, we’re going to rip out their living Goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We’re going to murder those lousy Hun cocksuckers by the bushel-fucking-basket. War is a bloody, killing business. You’ve got to spill their blood, or they will spill yours. Rip them up the belly. Shoot them in the guts. When shells are hitting all around you and you wipe the dirt off your face and realize that instead of dirt it’s the blood and guts of what once was your best friend beside you, you’ll know what to do!”

“I don’t want to get any messages saying, “I am holding my position.” We are not holding a Goddamned thing. Let the Germans do that. We are advancing constantly and we are not interested in holding onto anything, except the enemy’s balls. We are going to twist his balls and kick the living shit out of him all of the time. Our basic plan of operation is to advance and to keep on advancing regardless of whether we have to go over, under, or through the enemy. We are going to go through him like crap through a goose; like shit through a tin horn!”

“From time to time there will be some complaints that we are pushing our people too hard. I don’t give a good Goddamn about such complaints. I believe in the old and sound rule that an ounce of sweat will save a gallon of blood. The harder WE push, the more Germans we will kill. The more Germans we kill, the fewer of our men will be killed. Pushing means fewer casualties. I want you all to remember that.”

The General paused. His eagle like eyes swept over the hillside. He said with pride, “There is one great thing that you men will all be able to say after this war is over and you are home once again. You may be thankful that twenty years from now when you are sitting by the fireplace with your grandson on your knee and he asks you what you did in the great World War II, you WON’T have to cough, shift him to the other knee and say, “Well, your Granddaddy shoveled shit in Louisiana.” No, Sir, you can look him straight in the eye and say, “Son, your Granddaddy rode with the Great Third Army and a Son-of-a-Goddamned-Bitch named Georgie Patton!”

Your Founding Father of Ring Intensity,

Always Believe,


15 Responses to “D-Day Commemoration con’t —”
  1. Danny says:

    Ultimate Warrior in wrestling is like a Sammy Hagar in Rock Music.

    Both my idols would rule together!

  2. dafilthymofo says:

    We need more of that fight today.

  3. Great warriors KNOW great warriors. Patton was my hero when I wore the uniform; just as I suspect he’s the hero of many brave men now. The United States WILL win. Thanks for the post, Warrior. Thanks for taking the time to remember the heroes of the past and to support and motivate the heroes of today.

  4. Billy Curiel says:

    I want you to know that you to this day are my idol. Well sir my name is Billy Curiel, living in Fontana, Ca. Running my fathers business at only 20 years old. Trying to have that warrior spirt everyday in my live. Hope to here from you Ultimate Warrior.

  5. gary says:

    Wow! Very inspirational. Patton’s words of wisdom apply not only on the battlefield of combat, but the battlefield of life as well. Many life lessons here: Taking pride in our work and the role we play, working together with others for the good of a common purpose greater then ourselves, constantly pushing forward, indomitable will and 100% commitment to a cause, the power of perseverance, inner strength and courage (taking action in spite of fear) and always being alert. To this last point, to many people go through life in a fog, not really paying attention to their surroundings or environment- and as Patton pointed out not paying attention gives the “enemy” an advantage. Some times the enemy is outside, but sometimes the enemy is inside i.e. our own negative character traits that end up either destroying ourselves or those around us. Through vigilance, determination and belief in ourselves, we can defeat both the enemy that stands before us and the enemy that lies within us. Overcoming our adversary, whether external or internal, will serve the purpose of making each of us greater then we were and bringing us to the next level.

  6. Simon says:

    I would to know what Warrior thought of Britain’s role in the War. Churchill is often thought of as one of the most courageous figures in History. Britain’s year of standing alone against the Nazis before the US got involved was a testament what being a Warrior is all about.

    Britain was crippled after the war, and America thrived from all the money they made out of the war – but the courage and moral statement that against all odds, Britain stood alone against all of Nazi controlled Europe will always be remembered.

    Before the Battle Of Britain:

    “We shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.”

    At the height of the Battle of Britain, his bracing survey of the situation included the memorable line “Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.”

  7. MMH says:

    Patton was very inspirational to my late father when he served in WWII and even later when he returned to fight in the Korean War. Both times he took Patton’s words into battle with him. One thing he told us growing up to show you how easily influenced the nation can be by our so called leaders was this. During the time he was on manuevers (he was a Marine stationed in Hawaii then was at Iwo Jima, later onto Korea for that war) in some far off place when first lady Eleanor Roosevelt came to visit the troops as a goodwill thing for her husband the president. Well having just come back from maneuvers my dad and his comrades had all fallen in to attention when word came down that the first lady was on the base etc. etc. They were dressed in combat gear and looked pretty dirty, sweaty and nasty. But they were there at attention showing their respect for the office of the president. As the first lady came by my father, she wrinkled her nose, walked pass and said in a whisper (which by chance my father heard) “these Marines are nothing but a bunch of uncouth barbarians, why they haven’t even bathed it looks like for my visit”. Right then and there my father changed political parties in his mind (his family was staunch democrats). He and his buddies fell out and Dad said in a loud voice, “we might be a bunch of uncouth barbarians but it’s our barbarian asses that get shot at first so your lily white horse face asses can sit at home and say what a wonderful country we live in thanks to your husband’s efforts”. The first lady had moved on by then but his superior heard him and he got a reprimand but he always said he’d do it again in a heart beat. He lost many friends on Iwo Jima and was one of many that secured the hill where the great flag raising took place, and he did the Korean tour after he was severly injured during WWII in Japan while rescuing a fellow soldier who had been captured. That’s right he fought again in another war despite his disability and they took him back in because that is what they needed fighters for the freedom of this great country and I am proud to say my Dad was one of them. Freedom isn’t free and it’s time we Americans let those outsiders know to live her doesn’t come free either.

  8. Robert says:

    Ultimate Warrior,
    Without a doubt, watching you perform in my youth instilled inspiration and warrior ethos that I carry always. I would be honored if you were to leave a comment that I can publish on my site that I started after I returned from Iraq where I served as an Army Sniper. Something inspiring or just your position would be greatly appreciated.

  9. Rudy Urbina says:

    Once again Warrior reminds us all of why we should be DAMNED PROUD to be AMERICAN, and that the world is full of evil, that we must extinguish.

  10. dafilthymofo says:

    Here is something for everyone. I love this poem.

    Written by Johnny Cash

    I walked through a county courthouse square,
    On a park bench an old man was sitting there.
    I said, “Your old courthouse is kinda rundown,”
    He said, “Naw, it’ll do for our little town.”
    I said, “Your old flagpole has leaned a little bit,
    And that’s a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it.”
    He said, “Have a seat”, and I sat down.
    “Is this the first time you’ve been to our little town?”
    I said, “I think it is.” He said, “I don’t like to brag,
    But we’re kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag.”
    “You see, we got a little hole in that flag there
    When Washington took it across the Delaware.
    And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key
    Sat watching it writing “Oh Say Can You See”.
    And it got a bad rip in New Orleans
    With Packingham and Jackson tuggin’ at it’s seams.”
    “And it almost fell at the Alamo
    Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on though.
    She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville
    And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill.
    There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg,
    And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag.”
    “On Flanders Field in World War I
    She got a big hole from a Bertha Gun.
    She turned blood red in World War II
    She hung limp and low a time or two.
    She was in Korea and Vietnam.
    She went where she was sent by her Uncle Sam.”
    “She waved from our ships upon the briny foam,
    And now they’ve about quit waving her back here at home.
    In her own good land here she’s been abused…
    She’s been burned, dishonored, denied and refused.”
    “And the government for which she stands
    is scandalized throughout the land.
    And she’s getting threadbare and wearing thin,
    But she’s in good shape for the shape she’s in.
    ‘Cause she’s been through the fire before
    and I believe she can take a whole lot more.”
    “So we raise her up every morning,
    Take her down every night.
    We don’t let her touch the ground
    And we fold her up right.
    On second thought I DO like to brag,
    Cause I’m mighty proud of that Ragged Old Flag.”

  11. MC says:

    “Every one of your American lives is worth more than the entire population of Iraq”
    So what’s the point of being there at all, then? You may as well just nuke the place and kill the entire population. No Americans killed. A ridiculous statement from the Warrior.

  12. Superboy Prime says:

    Patton was the greatest American and General who ever lived!!

    Also unquestionably had the most achievements/glory/success in military history that no one could ever hope to match.

    He captured 81,000 sq. miles of territory (size of France)

    He captured over 1,250,000 prisoners (nearly 5 armies) while his army was only about 250,000

    He killed or wounded over 500,000 Germans

    His men feared him more than the Germans and he knew with this mentality they would kill for him until the end (and they did).

    Even Hitler and his Axis thought of him as America’s greatest weapon. It’s kinda funny how much respect he got from the enemies and his own allies (Eisnhower, Bradley, and the like didn’t give him the respect as the enemies did).

    We should have listened to him and went after the Russians because he knew they had no air strike and they were weak when the war ended. This would have saved us so many head aches in the future.

    Case in point: If there was no Patton we would be worshiping Hitler and speaking German right now.

    He was the King of all kings you sonofabitches!!!!!

  13. Thomas Evans says:

    I was a soldier, I am not american but this blood that runeth through these veins is the life blood of everyman…No matter where he rests his head.

    I want to tell you a tale (a small one)

    A boy, Now man…
    fearful, Now Strong…
    Alone, Now with brothers.

    I do not understand war, but I do understand what drives people to war. I have trained in the martial arts for 19 years, A master swordsman I have become… and still to war I would go…


    One man gave me the strength, courage, conviction to… “Step forward”
    To encompass “indomitable spirit”

    I am 34 now and gone are the days where I met a friend on TV, Enjoyed watchin his courage shine through… in days where beacons of strength were thin on the ground… A beacon he was to us all.

    I have seen this worlds worst nightmares and I see the might of mans wrath. But throughout all I see… Time and tide take me back to when “His theme tune” played and an insurgance of energy came over me and my friends as we watch a mere man turn into a god.

    When we look back through out our life we can see those things that have moulded us into who we are, influenced us into what we aspired to be.


    A generation you influenced, this one man gives thanks.

    A strength of conviction you still show, This one mere man say “Be strong”

    Hold true to your convictions, stand firm against those who try to break you. For as the dust settles and the shouting has ceased… the memory of greatness can never be tainted.

    Thank you…

    I may be one voice, but we still resound far louder than those who do not believe in you.

    For all those who have wanted to, for all those who didnt know how to…for all those who just didnt know where to start.

    I say these words on their behalf:

    Thank you, for every smile, for every memory, for every moment.keep the faith brother!

    you still have warriors.

  14. William Shatner says:

    True, Patton was a good general. Probably one of the best in the US Army.

    Pitted against the Desert Fox, though, Patton would not have prevailed. And I’m talking about equal terms here.

    Rommel, though in service to an evil government, maintained his honour, and was respected by friend and foe alike. He would often get into trouble from superiors due to his devotion to his men and the solutions to problems at hand. It is often said that Rommel could have ended D-Day, had Hitler given him overall control. Such was the warrior within him.

    Patton commented that he would have loved to meet Rommel on equal terms. I believe both men would have been friends.

    Unfortunately Hitler had Rommel commit suicide after the assassination attempt that rendered the Fuehrer half crippled.

  15. Andrew N. Smith says:


    You rule! Patton is my idol. I’ve been reviewing your site for the past few hours trying to figure out how to send u an e-mail or a comment or something, so I hope this works. When I was a child u inspired me in ways I cannot even express. I still have your action figure and a quote from my best friend as my allies: “To get through life’s sh#t, you have to be an Ultimate Warrior.”

    I really believe that. To see how much men have become sissified shadows of the warriors we used to be sickens me. I recently recovered from 4-level disc surgery and 5 years of chronic pain. My Dr.’s are amazed at my healing process. I was walking fine within days of the surgery. I have no pain and have returned to the gym. I kicked all of my pain medicine in a matter of weeks. I am honestly in the best shape of my life at 37!

    Everyone I talk to has a bad back horror story and they wonder how I am walking about, doing the things I love and they ask me, “How are you able to do this?”

    My reply is usually; “Because I’m a f#$kin warrior and unless I have a sword sticking through my heart, I stand back up and keep fighting.” They could have done surgery on me five years ago, but I said no. I spent the last five years fighting through the pain and I literally feel immortal for doing so!

    Fighting spirit is so largely misunderstood. People hate us for it because they envy our power and strength. A few hundred years ago we would have ruled the battlefields while these coffee-house renaissance guys bled the ground and cried. I make no apologies for my opinions or stances on things either and though my accomplishments pale in comparison to your own, I see in you the same warrior spirit that flows in my soul.

    I don’t care what anyone says about you. You will always be my hero and the best thing to ever happen to Saturday morning Wrestling. I find myself nodding and smiling at just about everything I read on your blog. I am in!


    Andrew N. Smith

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