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Final impactLike I said to those men back there, I don’t give a damn what other people think of you, all I care about is what you can do for my army. And I think you can do us a great deal of good in our never-goddamn-ending fight with the enemy.” “Me, General? Come on now. How can I help you against the Nazis-” “Not the Nazis, Duffy. Montgomery, woman! Bernard…Law…Montgomery. Didn’t you read any biographies of him? Did you see that movie about Arnhem? I saw it. If that man spent as much time on his job as he did on his goddamn public image, we’d be at the gates of Berlin by now. Which doesn’t mean a thing to me, except that he’s been gobbling up resources that should have been going to my army, to my men. And you’re going to see to it that we get our fair share in the future.” Patton leaned forward until he dominated her personal space, forcing her to stand uncomfortably close to the brim of his steel helmet, lest he think he’d managed to bully her in some way. “No, you ride out with me. You watch those black boys fight tonight, and you tell the whole goddamn world what a magnificent fucking job they did of pounding the fьhrer’s supermen into mincemeat ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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