All that I can say is, "Patton was the best!"
My only story about Patton: On 2 January 1945, Patton was driven into our company bivouac area,
sitting the front seat of a jeep with no windshield, just a wire cutter welded to the front bumper. He had his hands in his tanker jacket pockets. This was on the outskirts of Libramont, Belgium. My foxhole buddy and I were standing about 12 to 15 yards away from Patton, and we could see the ivory handled pistol on his right side. He asked a soldier to get our Company Commander. The C.O. came up and spent just a few minutes in a conversaton with Patton...end of the visit. I told my buddy that I felt sorry for "that old man" (who was 59 at the time). When Patton wrote his memoirs he said, "On 2 January I visited the troops of the 87th Infantry Division. It was six degrees below zero, and I felt sorry for the troops."
--Bill Jasper, Co. B., 312th Engineer Combat Battalion, 87th Infantry Division