Here is the speech that George C. Scott gave at the start of the movie Patton. I changed a few thing (to fit who we are going up against) and edited a few words so it wouldn't offend anyone. The speech from the movie is tame compared to the speech that it is based on that Patton gave to the 3rd Army group in WW2. SO please no one be offended. I do this only with humor in mind.
Now, I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his planet. He won it by making the other poor dumb alien die for his.
Men, all this stuff you've heard about the Cantina not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. The Cantina, traditionally, loves to fight. All real forumites love the sting of battle.
When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, the big league ball players, the toughest boxers. H.I. forumites love a winner and will not tolerate a loser.The Cantina plays to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why the Cantina has never lost and will never lose a war. Because the very thought of losing is hateful.
Now, a Cantina is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The biggest bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don't know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating.
Now, we have the finest food, beer and equipment, the best spirit, and the best people in the world, best Ducks, and ninjas along with oiled up pool babes when we win. You know, by God, I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against. By God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bastards. We're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the axels of Yvsa's Rollator. We're going to murder those lousy alien bastards by the bushel.
Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken-out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. The aliens are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do.
Now there's another thing I want you to remember. I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the aliens do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything -- except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose, and we're gonna cut him in the butt with our curved blades. We're gonna kick the hell out of him all the time, and we're gonna go through him like crap through a goose...or even a ill tempered Duck!
Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home -- and you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you're sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you, "What did you do in the great Alien War ?" -- you won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled crap in Louisiana."
Alright now , you know how I feel. Oh, I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime,anywhere.
Here is a link to the speech that was really given:
http://www.pattonhq.com/speech.html
These are legit.......they are normal,like caves,K's & adore THE DUCK( I look nothing like that crazy Bill the Cat's pics.THAT DUCK tho handsome looks just plain crazy & dangerous!)!
