Patton has a little talk with You. "Yes blame it on the Weather. Commander You are worthless as that Limey Tea-Toldling Monty. What made You think You could ever Command soldiers in combat? Didn't You learn anything at the 'Point'? Surely You must of passed something? What was it? Let's see the total on this report of how many of My Dam Tanks You lost to the 'Hun. Dammit Man 2 whole platoons. Ike's going to Hit The Roof when He gets this. And the Infantry, I'm just not going to bring up those sorry numbers. Your position overrun with Huns and I get disgraced cause the Brits have to plug the hole before the Supply areas are raped by these Stupid Nazis. Yes I'd Cry about the Snow, Sleet and Rain. And to beat all I got to bow to the Dam Brits for saving the Works. The Brits saving the American Army? Them Bastards will gloat over this til the Sun burns out. And Your requesting some Medals for a few Dead Tankers who drove fine American steel into worthless Nazi junk cos they couldn't shoot straight, Not on My Watch. All I can say is back in Your Quarters You better have a Cookbook or Latrine shovel cos Your Days of Commanding soldiers has come to an End. Now get the Hell out of here before I decide to use my Revolvers. Two Platoons of Shermans"!
