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What if the sunset's drawing nearer? What if the shadows gather in, Thick with ghosts of the rnates who've headed Into space where the comets spin? : Eyes to the front, tho' the mists are heavy, Life, at best, is a brief parade; Keep one dream in your hearts, my brothers, Nothing shatters the unafraid.

-Grantland Rice.

I have printed the above before in this column But it deserves and.will stand, much repetition. The grand old sports writer came about as near to creating a masterpiece as has been done in a long time.

It came forcefully into my mind the other day when I read the speech that G€neral Patton ,made to his troops just before he led them on that immortal trek into the heart of Germany. It is true that this blessed land of ours is so thoroughly loaded down with heroes today that it is almost unfair to distinguish between th€m, or to place one before the other. BrJt this fellow Patton has that priceless thing we call "color" that makes him a standout whenever we think of our heroes. He fairly oozes personality, and punch, and color.

When he was in Los Angeles recently he used some cuss words over the radio. Promptly a bunch of preachers attackedhim for it in their Sunday sennons. He blasphemed God by taking His name in vain, they said. The thought that occurred to me was that Patton was probably thinking of one sort of God, and his critics were thinking of another. They were thinking of a super Man who sits above the clouds to judge our words and acts. Patton probably was thinking of that unbelievable.Power that made a thousand billion solar systems and holds them all in unison, rolling. perfectly through space. Patton probably thinks that limitless Mind is far above the thought of vengeance for well intentioned human words.

Even if you think of God in terrns of the old fashioned Lord who sits in an orthodox heaven to judge we poor mortals, you would still, I believe, lend a sympathetic thought to the philosophy of Jimmy Pumbleguod. According to legend, the following ver'se appears on the gravestone over the late Jimmy Pumblequod in a London cemetery:

Here lies poor Jimmy pumblequod, Have mercy on him,_dearest God; I know he would, if HE were GodAnd YOU **: Jt;ly pumblequod.

Anyway, to get back to General Patton's speech to his soldiers before entering Germany. Here are some excerpts. The speech has had little circulation, so most of our readers may be seeing them for the first time, and I consider them so terrific an episode in the German war that all of us should be familiar with them. They are the words, temember, of a true warrior, leading his men into the jaws of what he knew would be certain death for thousands of them, and perhaps for himself. In fact, it is reported that he had a premonition that he would be killed over there. He said: rl. rf rl

"Men, this stuff some souraes sling around about America wanting to stay out of the war, and not wanting to fight, is boloney. Americans love to fight, traditionally. All truc Americans love the sting and clash of battle. America loves a winner. America will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win. That's why America has never lost, and never will lose, a war, for the very thought of losing is hateful to an American.

"You are not all goirrj .J ul. only two per cent of you right here today would be killed in a major battle. Death must not be feared. Death com€s in tim,e to all of us, and every man is scared in his first action. If he,says he's not, he's a liar. Some men are cowards, yes, but they fight just the same or get the hell slammed out of them. The real hero is the man who fights even tho, he's scared. Some get over their fright in a minute under fire. Others take an hour. Others days. BUT A REAL MAN WILL NEVER LET THE FEAR OF DEATH OVERPOWER HIS HONOR, HIS SENSE OF DUTY TO HIS COUNTRY AND TO HIS MANHOOD. *'k,k

"An army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, and fights as a team. This individual hero stuff is all _. The bilious ones who write that kind of stuff for the - don't know any more about real fighting under fire than they know about Every man in this army plays a vital role. Every man has his job and must do it. What if every truck driver decided he didn't like the whine of a shell overhead, turned yellow, and jumped into a ditch? Where would we be now? Where would our country, our loved ones, our homes, where would the world be? No, thank God,

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