I had a strange – make that weird, dream last night. It
started with me looking at a large painting with a three stories high chateau on a
hill in the upper left corner. A dirt road extended out to the right and when
it reached the edge of the picture it curved back toward the lower left corner.
In the lower right corner a small building was surrounded by a manicured lawn. I
was standing in a gallery looking at this painting. The picture slowly came to
life when a procession started from the chateau, a vehicle in front and
hundreds of troops marching in formation behind it. Simultaneously, a jeep
moved out from the building in the right corner across the grass until it
stopped just a few yards from the road. Then the figures came into view.
General George S. Patton, Jr., was in the vehicle at the head of the
procession. He was standing up, bedecked
in his dress uniform, battle and other ribbons smartly displayed on his
left breast, an ivory-handle pistol at his waist, a riding crop in his left
hand and obviously enjoying himself as the center of attention. Behind him marched
his beloved 3rd U.S. Army which he led across France following D-Day
in 1944. In the parked jeep sat three American army officers and a man in a
German uniform. His face was a scowl. It was obvious he absolutely hated the
moment and wished he were elsewhere. When the parade of troops ended the jeep
started up, turned and headed back to the small building and carried Adolf
Hitler to his fate.
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