Eight. Jewish. American. Soldiers.

Now, y’all might have heard rumors about the armada happening soon. Well. We’ll be leaving a little earlier. We’re going to be dropped into France dressed as civilians. And once we’re in enemy territory, as a bushwhacking guerrilla army, we’re going to be doing one thing and one thing only. Killing Nazis.

I don’t know about y’all, but I sure as hell didn’t come down from the god damn Smokey Mountains, cross 5000 miles of water, and fight my way through half of Sicily to jump out of an airplane to teach the Nazis a lesson in humanity.

Nazi ain’t got no humanity. They’re the foot soldiers of a Jew hating mass murdering maniac, and they need to be dee-stroyed. That’s why any and every son of a bitch we find wearing a Nazi uniform, they’re gonna die.

Now, I am a direct descendant of the Mountain Man Jim Bridger. That means I got a little injun’ in me. And our battle plan will be that of an Apache resistance.

We will be cruel to the Germans. And through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the German won’t be able to help themselves but imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the German will be sickened by us. And the German will talk about us. And the German will fear us. And when the German closes their eyes at night and they’re tortured by their sub conscious for the evil have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with.

Sound good!? (Squad replies “Yes Sir!)

That’s what I like to hear.

But I got a warning for you would-be warriors. When you join my command, you take on debit. A debit you owe me. Personally.

Each an every man under my command owes me 100 Nazi scalps.

And I want my scalps.