American Spearhead Force

American Spearhead Force
“Sir, this is Patton talking. The last fourteen days have been straight hell. Rain, snow, more rain, more snow—and I’m beginning to wonder what’s going on in your headquarters. Whose side are you on anyway?… Give me four clear days so that my planes can fly, so that my fighter-bombers can bomb and strafe, so that my reconnaissance may pick out targets for my magnificent artillery. Give me four days of sunshine to dry this blasted mud, so that my tanks roll, so that ammunition and rations may be taken to my hungry, ill-equipped infantry. I need these four days to send von Rundstedt and his godless army to their Valhalla. I am sick of this unnecessary butchery of American youth, and in exchange for four days of fighting weather, I will deliver You enough Krauts to keep Your bookkeepers months behind in their work. Amen.”