By Kevin M. Hymel
General Dwight D. Eisenhower enjoyed visiting troops in the field. After the Battle of Normandy and the race across France, the Supreme Allied Commander toured the front in mid-November, 1944. He competed his tour by spending two days, November 15-16, with Lieutenant General George S. Patton’s Third Army in Nancy, France. There, he took a measure of Patton’s men, inspecting rear-echelon troops as they repaired vehicles, hauled supplies, and distributed scarce fuel. He also chatted with wounded soldiers in a hospital.
As he made his rounds, Eisenhower would ask individual soldiers what they did in civilian life, followed by a few questions about their lives before the war. He would then kid them by asking for a job once the war ended. “Meantime,” he would conclude, “do me a favor, will you, soldier? Go in and get this war finished up, fast—so I can go fishing.” The men loved it. Patton noted that the problems of command left his boss, who seemed pleased just to stand in the mud, talking to soldiers.
At the 12th Evacuation Hospital, both generals talked to the wounded. With cold and wet weather already affecting the men’s health, Eisenhower concerned himself with trench foot, a swelling of the feet from cold water immersion that could lead to amputation. Patton had made battling trench foot a priority, issuing extra socks to his men along with instructions on how to ward off the malady. Patton’s aggressive measures impressed Eisenhower.
By the time Eisenhower returned to his headquarters, muddy and wet, he felt satisfied with his travels. The men’s high morale impressed him, despite the harsh living conditions and an enemy that had not yet been defeated.
Two great, great men. Our military needs more like them.
It’s amazing the impact that leaders can have on their men.
My high school driver’s ed teacher had been in the Third Army. His proudest recollections (as far as we knew) were the two occasions he met Patton.
Apparently both times, Patton called him “Freckles” — something none of his students would dare call him, thirty years later!
I contrast that with my last boss, who even after a year, had no idea whether I was even married. (Irony alert: that guy got hired because he was supposedly a “Leadership Expert”.)