Posted on 04/27/2006 6:26:15 PM PDT by spanalot
Was General Patton's death the result of a traffic accident or was he the victim of an assassination plot? (By Stalin)
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So W used to work for Stalin eh ?
Man you can learn a lot here on the free republic !
;-)
The way I see it, the Good Lord created George Patton for one particular purpose. When that mission was finished, He called him home.
Hey, I spent almost 11 years in Heidelberg, and you couldn't get me to go near the 130th Station Hospital, no matter how sick I was. Patton would have survived with decent medical care, but he was a soldier through and through.
I found this on the wackey web - but I made a point of asking all my WWII vet uncles and such - lots of corroboration that there was more than one car accident and something along the lines that he was recovering in the hospital, was denied visits by family, and then he had a heart attack.
"One day Patton's car was run into by a military truck in what seemed like a very strange accident. The General was taken by ambulance to a hospital, where he was observed to have serious, but not life-threatening injuries. But some days later he died of a heart attack. "
"The way I see it, the Good Lord created George Patton for one particular purpose. When that mission was finished, He called him home."
As the young German officer in the movie said, "Peace will kill him. He is a magnificent anachronism".
Amen! When I attended the Armor School in 1970, our class leader gave a presentation somewhat thus:
"In the beginning was the word, and the word was Patton! And the Lord said unto Patton, `thou shalt build me a tank, and it shall be of thirty cubits by fifty cubits by eighteen cubits, and with it, thou shalt go forth, and kill Germans!'"
Later, I had the privilege of meeting his son, Maj. Gen. George S. Patton, III. Passed away only a few years ago, a fine soldier.
My personal friend's father was Patton's Italian translator, Moore (responsible for the ring kiss of the Pope).
And while General Patton would have "whupped up" on the Soviets if given a chance, he most wanted to be transfered over to the Pacific Front to speed up the fall of Hirohito.
Also, keep in mind that the Germans feared and hated the Soviets far more than Patton and the U.S...the Nazi insurgency was more concerned with keeping the U.S. in the game as a Soviet counter-balance.
...And the Soviets knew that Patton wanted to be transferred to the Pacific to take on the very armed forces that had humiliated the Russians 40 years earlier (the 1905 invasion that was beaten by the kamikazis).
So the Italians loved him (and switched sides in the war greatly because of him), the Soviets knew that he wanted to be transferred, and the Germans wanted him alive to counter-balance the Soviets.
In short, his death was not due to Man, but Fate.
"The way I see it, the Good Lord created George Patton for one particular purpose. When that mission was finished, He called him home."
Interesting..... I've thought the same thing for many many years. Surprised someone else thinks the same :)
Seat belts would have helped that bash...
Not that I hav anything really important to add..
But I have the General's great-grandson in one of my classes this semester. He looks like his great-grandpa
I guess that makes 3 degrees of separation for all the freepers who read this thread :-)
I always wondered how Patton and MacArthur would get along in the same theater. I heard they had a chance meeting in WWI but that was about it.
"The way I see it, the Good Lord created George Patton for one particular purpose. When that mission was finished,"
It wasn't finished - he could have walked over the
Russians, dropped one nuke on Moscow and one on Stlaingrad and saved 50 million and lots of $ and US soldiers during the cold war.
But nooooo, we needed time to get the Bomb secrets to the Russians to really F things up
Holy smoke! Never in all these years did I ever think of that! The two most titanic egos in all of U.S. Army generaldom. No wonder they were kept hemispheres apart!
I could only hope the God Patton is back and on our side sitting outside of Baghdad. We need him back now more than ever.
W.W.P.D.? -My new slogan.
Can't let a Patton post go by without his Poem:
THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY
by Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.
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.
Yep, the Pacific just ain't that big. :-)
Patton did not die as a result of any conspiracy ... he was recalled at that moment in time by the good Lord. Patton felt he was reincarnated from a earlier warrior ... put on earth by the Lord, when needed, to fight yet another war. His time on earth and his ascendancy to the rank of general in the U.S. Army at that precise moment was, in his opinion, preordained.
"And the Soviets knew that Patton wanted to be transferred to the Pacific "
That may be after it became apparent that we did not have the resolve to stop the Russian invasion of eastern europe.
But he lobbied heavily to stand firm against the Russians but was denied.
I saw the movie, and I thought Sophia Loren did it.
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