George the Third gone to Fiddler's Green.
He joins a group of very honorable warriors on Gods side.
Thank you. I have a couple of what I think are funny stories about him while I was stationed at Fort Knox in the 70's. I'll share them later when I have a little more time.
We radioed back all of our findings to the company, who forwarded them to battalion, and up the chain it went. We sent the maps and radio code sheets back with one of the squads.
At about 0600, General Patton's helicopter came over and SGT Porter called it in to the landing zone at the HQ. When it landed and the General got out, my squad took both him "prisoner" and "captured" the helicopter as well.
We got most of his staff, his maps and radios (and code sheets), and his helicopter. 2nd Armored lost that wargame as the Cav rolled it up like a f*rtsack.
May he enjoy his hero's welcome in heaven! REst in peace...
Thanks for the ping.
America has been blessed by the capable military leaders. This gentleman was another example.
God Rest the General.
The younger General Patton was occasionally asked whether he felt overshadowed by his father, who gained fame for his exploits in North Africa, Sicily and France and who was introduced to new generations of Americans through George C. Scott's movie portrayal. "I've never worried about it," the son said in an interview in 1977. "I've been too busy."
His father would be proud of him for this.
Thank God for this hero and his family!
Thanks for the ping, Cannoneer No. 4. Unless my memory is totally failing me, Patton III was the CG of VII Corps when I was in the FRG 1978-81. I recall much was made of the fact his HQ was in the same town (Stuttgart) where Rommel's son was the mayor of the town. It was said they had a fine relationship that was founded on mutual respect of their fathers' wartime rivalry.
In honor of him & his Dad, here it is:
Fiddlers Green
Halfway down the trail to hell,
In a shady meadow green,
Are the souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen,
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddles Green.
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Marching past, straight through to hell,
The Infantry are seen,
Accompanied by the engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but shades of Cavalryman
Dismount at Fiddlers Green
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Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene,
No trooper ever gets to hell
Ere hes emptied his canteen
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers Green.
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And so when man and horse go down,
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp
Just empty your canteen,
And put a pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers Green.
May he rest in peace .....