I couldn't resist adding this little speech from the movie "Patton" to the start of your AAR as it was in the start of the movie. I think it will give this AAR a kind of flavor. And hopefully you wouldn't mind.
note: If you have never seen the movie "Patton" and have never heard the real Patton talk, bear in mind, while going through the following speech, a loud, deeply husky voice of a 60 year old, tough son of a bitch.
enjoy.
Ten-Hut!
[Bugler Plays]
[Patton walks to the center of the stage]
"I want you to remember, that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it... by making the other poor bastard die for his country.
Men, all this stuff you heard about American not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans traditionally love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle. When you were kids... you all admired the champion marble shooter, the fastest runner, big league ball players, the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner... and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win... all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost, and will never lose a war. Because the very thought of losing... is hateful to Americans.
Now... an army... is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious 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 and equipment... the best spirit... and the best men in the world. 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 threads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun 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 Nazis... 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 Hun 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 going to kick him in the ass! We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time! And we're going to go through him like crap through a goose!
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. 30 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 World War II... you won't have to say... well... I shoveled shit in Louisiana.
All right, now, you sons of bitches, you know how I feel. I will be proud... to lead you wonderful guys into battle... anytime... anywhere.
That's all."
