"What about that Monty, that should shoot them Flyboy Generals down a rung or two on Ike's ladder. Letting the Nazi Huns jumble up Ike's plans, the Gall of Eaker and Mitchell" Patton said. So much damage by a Force that was suppose to be on its 'Death Bed'. "Monty you know tomorrow We got to get things back in order after we bury the Boys killed by all this Mess. Guess the Fighters in London should be released by then after Ike chews out a few son-of-a-bitches. Wonder who He'll pin this 'Dung Heap' on? It's for sure it won't be Us, maybe old Brad, Mark or Terry. I'm sure the Intelligence Guys going to get a earfull too. We'll I'd say this is one for Hitler and Mussolini, probably be their Last. We got 'em. I know it, You know it and if they had any brains they would know it. Thank God for Stupid People, Hell without them I wouldn't have a War to Win. I mean We, sorry about that Monty". Bernard put His drink down, straightened up His Berret and thanked Patton for having invited Him to Dinner and left knowing Patton was going to Win nothing, this was Monty's War to win.
