Baton mobilized
● Barton is not all the heroes described in the legendary story. Every warrior in the military plays an important role. Don't hang gentle, think that your mission is not enough. Everyone has their own tasks and must be done. Everyone is an indispensable link on a long chain. Everyone can imagine that if each truck driver suddenly decided, I don't want to endure the threat of shells of the shells of the slam, timid, jumping off the bus, and planting the water ditch in the road to hide, what will happen? s consequence. This weak dog miscellaneous species can give yourself an excuse: "Take the mother's mother, no me, I am one thousandth." But if everyone thinks like this? When we do, what should we do? What is our country, how do you have a relatives and even the whole world? No, his grandmother, Americans don't think so. Everyone should complete his task. Everyone should be responsible for the collective. Each department, each combat team, is important for the grand chapters of the whole war. The ammunition weapon personnel let us have a shot, and the gun has a shot. No logistics people give us clothes, we will be hunger and cold, because in the place where we are going to fight, there is no stealing. All the personnel of the headquarters have their own use, even if it is a hard work that only baked water to help us.
Every soldier cannot just think about himself, but also think about the comrades who are born together. Our army can't be grouped. All the gallows should be killed like a mouse. Otherwise, they will slip home after the war, give birth to more gallbows. Laozi hero is a good man, and Laozi is a soft egg. Dry off all dog days, our country will be the world of warriors. The most brave and good guy I have ever seen is a tent commander who climbed to a tenth of the phone. I just passed, stop asking him, what is the high place to climb like a high place when this is dangerous? He replied: "In the repair line, the general." I asked: "Isn't it too dangerous at this time?" He replied: "It is dangerous, the general, but the line does not repair it." I asked: "The enemy machine is low Sweep, don't you bother you? "He replied:" The enemy is not disturbing, the general, you are bothering a mess. "Brothers, that is the real man, the true warrior. He fulfilled his duties wholeheartedly, regardless of whether the duties look at the time, no matter how dangerous. There are also truck drivers on the road to Tunisia, they are really great. They didn't have time, on the broken road of the dog mother, never stop, never biased, putting four blooming shells as accompaniment. We can go smoothly, relying on these days who are not afraid of the United States. Among these drivers, some people have driven for more than forty hours. They are not a fighting force, but they are also soldiers, there is an important task to be completed. Task them are completed, but also complete the great mother! They are part of a large collective. If there is no common effort, there is no, the battle may lose. Only because of all the parties in all the links, all the chains are unbreakable.
Everyone wants to remember, I haven't been here. Don't mention me in the letter. By reasonable, I am dead is life. I have to keep the outside world. I don't have the third group army, not in the UK. Let those Germany of the dog days to find it! I hope that one day, those dog hybrids fart, and sorrow: "My God! It is the third group army of the thousand knives! It is the dog mother to raise Barton!" We have been can't wait. Captured the evil German devil earlier, we can get rid of the girlfriend as soon as possible, go to the old nest of the Japanese devil. If we don't hurry, * labor will let the naval land team of the dog mother rushed. Yes, we want to go home soon. We want to end this war soon. The fastest way is to kill the dog mixed breeds that ignited this war. Early destroy them in the morning, we can take a day to triumph. The shortcut go home is to pass Berlin and Tokyo. In Berlin, I have to kill the paper tiger, dog miscellaneous Hitler, just like a snake!
Who wants to kneel on the cannonball, let him see the ghost! The German devil will find his head sooner or later. I don't dig the cat in my hand, I don't want them to dig. Cat ear holes will only slow down the attack. We must continue to attack, do not give the enemy to dig the cat's ear. We will win sooner or later, but we only have to fight, brave than the enemy, and victory will come. We must not only kill those dog miscellaneous breeds, but also to take out their federal organs out to lubricate our tank crawler. We must let those German devil corpse of those dog days, blood flow into the river. The war was originally bloody and cruel. You don't let the enemy bleed, they will let you flow. Pick their stomach and give them a shot on their chest. If a shell is exploding next to you, blowing you a face of gray soil, you are a touch, find that it is your best partner blurry, you know what to do!
I don't want to hear the report, "We are sticking to the position." We don't stick to any ghost position. Let the German devil stick to it. We have to attach it for a moment, in addition to the enemy's egg, we are not interested in any other goals. We have to twist the enemy's eggs, play their soul. Our basic combat plan is advancing forward, no matter what you want to climb from the enemy, you still have to drill from their body. We have to stick like the coboscopic or small, so that we don't grow!
Sometimes, someone will complain, say that we are too strict on the soldiers, too none. Let those who complain to govern! I firmly believe that a golden rhetoric is "a cup of sweat will save a bucket of blood." We will attack the more German devils. The more the German devils we have destroyed, the less we will die. Offensions mean less casualties. I hope that everyone will remember this.
After the triumph home, the brethren who are here today will get a qualified qualification. Twenty years later, you will celebrate our participation in the world war. By then, when you are on the fireplace, grandson sitting on your knees, ask you: "Grandpa, what are you doing during the Second World War?" You don't have to dry your cough, move your grandson to another knee. On the ground, I swallowed and said: "Ah ... Grandpa I was in Louisiana." With this opposite, the brothers, you can stare at his eyes, say straightforward: "Grands, Grandfather, I am in the third The Group Army and the dog-raised George Barton played side by side! "
