When In Doubt, Attack!

A Man Must Know His Destiny… If He Does Not Recognize It, Then He Is Lost. By This I Mean, Once, Twice, Or At The Very Most, Three Times, Fate Will Reach Out And Tap A Man On The Shoulder… If He Has The Imagination, He Will Turn Around And Fate Will Point Out To Him What Fork In The Road He Should Take, If He Has The Guts, He Will Take It.

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.

I Have Studied The Enemy All My Life. I Have Read The Memoirs Of His Generals And His Leaders. I Have Even Read His Philosophers And Listened To His Music. I Have Studied In Detail The Account Of Every Damned One Of His Battles. I Know Exactly How He Will React Under Any Given Set Of Circumstances. And He Hasn't The Slightest Idea Of What I'm Going To Do. So When The Time Comes, I'm Going To Whip The Hell Out Of Him.

Remember That The Enemy Is Just As Frightened As You Are And Probably More So. They Are Not Supermen

It Is The Cold Glitter Of The Attacker's Eye Not The Point Of The Questing Bayonet That Breaks The Line.