Every department, every unit, is important in the vast scheme of this war. 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.
#MONGOLIAN FASCIST PARTY IN HEARTS OF IRON 5 DRIVER#
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". Every man is a vital link in the great chain. Every man has a job to do and he must do it. Don't ever think that your job is unimportant. Every single man in this army plays a vital role. There was a real man! All of the real heroes are not storybook combat fighters, either. And all of that time, this man had a bullet through a lung. Then he jumped on the gun and went out and killed another German before they knew what the hell was coming off. 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. Even if you are hit, you can still fight back. I don't want to hear of any soldier under my command being captured unless he has been hit. Why, by God, I actually pity those poor sons-of-bitches we're going up against. 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! We have the finest food, the finest equipment, the best spirit and the best men in the world. This individual heroic stuff is pure horse shit. It lives, sleeps, eats and fights as a team. But they are German graves, because we caught the bastard asleep before they did. 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! There are 400 neatly marked graves somewhere in Sicily, all because one man went to sleep on the job. A man must be alert at all times if he expects to stay alive. You men are veterans or you wouldn't be here.
I don't give a fuck for a man who's not always on his toes. Alertness must be bred into every soldier. That, like everything else in this army, has a definite purpose. All through your army careers you men have bitched about what you call "chicken shit drilling". Remember that the enemy is just as frightened as you are, and probably more so. Americans pride themselves on being he-men and they ARE he-men. It brings out all that is best and it removes all that is base. Battle is the most magnificent competition in which a human being can indulge. 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. Some men get over their fright in a minute under fire. The real hero is the man who fights even though he is scared. 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. Yes, every man is scared in his first battle. Only 2% of you right here today would die in a major battle. That's why Americans have never lost nor will ever lose a war for the very idea of losing is hateful to an American. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. When you, here, every one of you, were kids you all admired the champion marble player, the fastest runner, the toughest boxer, the big-league ballplayers and the All-American football players. Third, you are here because you are real men and all real men like to fight.
Second, you are here for your own self-respect, because you would not want to be anywhere else. First, because you are here to defend your homes and your loved ones. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle.
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