[flowerjoyfun]

It is so important that President Bush is reelected. Those who are for Kerry will stop at nothing; they are not interested in truth, the protection of America and the freedom, which we enjoy. Anti Bush people are only interested in reacquiring power for their own personal enjoyment and exploitation. For such a situation General Patton has some terrific and proven advice, "There are three ways that men get what they want; by planning, by working, and by Praying. Any great military operation takes careful planning, or thinking. Then you must have well-trained troops to carry it out: that's working. But between the plan and the operation there is always an unknown. That unknown spells defeat or victory, success or failure. It is the reaction of the actors to the ordeal when it actually comes. Some people call that getting the breaks; I call it God. God has His part, or margin in everything, That's where prayer comes in."

[My2Cents]

"In Gideon's day, and in our own, spiritually alert minorities carry the burdens and bring the victories."

The same is true today.

[theDentist]

And he was also known for his poetry:

Through a Glass, Darkly
General George Patton

Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.

In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.

I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.

I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.

I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.

I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.

Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I've called His name in blessing
When after times I died.

In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.

While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.

Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.

See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.

Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.

Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.

I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.

Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy's field I lay.

In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.

Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.

I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.

And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.

Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in it's quivering gloom.

So but now with Tanks a'clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell's ghastly glow.

So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.

And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.

So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.

[exit82]

Lord, hear our prayer.President Bush is a man who is unafraid to admit his dependence on Your Divine Power.

Our times are in Your Hands. We ask You to bless our efforts to reelect a man who is not ashamed of You, rather than to see a man come to power that is ashamed to protect the ones who are the most innocent amongst us, and who will not uphold Your principles for society, such as marriage between one man and one woman.

We have seen throughout our 228 year history as a nation that You have divinely ordained this country to be a light for freedom and for spreading the Gospel to the world. In our great and longterm abundance, we have forgotten the source of our strength and protection. We humbly ask for Your forgiveness, and for Your blessings to once again bring our land to a new level of righteousness and brotherhood.

With thanks for Your help in times past, and with our dependence on Your help for the times to come, we put ourselves in Your Hands to guide us. In the name of Jesus, who is above all names, we ask these things. Amen.

[ClearCase_guy]

Then he cracked me on the side of my steel helmet with his riding crop. That was his way of saying, "Well done."

Not a girlie-man. Dems take note.

[Shanda]

My Grandfather who was in Europe in WWII once told my Daddy that both Patton and Montgomery were devout Christians.

I think Grandpa was unusual because he liked Montgomery. He said he was a "preacher's kid".

[Richard Kimball]

Thanks for a terrific post.

[Tribune7]

it will be like what Dr. Carrel said [the allusion was to a press quote some days previously when Dr. Alexis Carrel, one of the foremost scientists, described prayer "as one of the most powerful forms of energy man can generate"],

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[VOA]

OK, call me a sucker that will bump any thread heading by "The Patton Society".

[nmh]

"He was true to the principles of his religion, Episcopalian, and was regular in Church attendance and practices, unless duty made his presence Impossible. "

Hmmmm ... then why did he have an affair with his niece? thankfully she didn't get pregnant.

Odd, he could hardly make a statement without swearing ... in those days Episcopalians were conservative. Today they are mostly misguided liberals.